“I brought you your tefillin and prayer book,” he said very quietly. His voice was husky, and it trembled. “If they tell you it is all right, you should pray with your tefillin. But only if they tell you it is all right and will not be harmful to your head or your eye.” He stopped for a moment to clear his throat. “It is a bad cold, but I will be all right. If you cannot pray with your tefillin, pray anyway. Now, I have to go.” He bent and kissed me on the forehead. As he came close to me, I saw his eyes were red and misty. “My baseball player,” he said, trying to smile. “Take care of yourself
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