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"Don!"
Don paused on the steps and turned to find one of the temple elders the rabbi had introduced him to about to enter the temple as well.
"Mr. Wachsmann! Nice to see you again."
The old man waved a hand dismissively. "Please, call me Jacob."
Two old men brushed past them, engaged in a heated argument Don couldn't understand. Jacob covered his mouth, trying to hide his laughter as the bickering gray haired men made their way inside.
"What?" Don asked.
Jacob frowned. "You didn't hear them?" he asked, perplexed.
Don frowned, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry. I never studied Hebrew, never had a bar mitzvah when I was a teenager, any of that. My parents weren't like that, you know?"
"Actually, that was Yiddish." Jacob clapped Don on the back as he ushered him towards the temple doors. "And even though I can't make up for you missing Hebrew school, I can certainly get you up to speed on all the Yiddish you'll need to survive a good insult!"