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Dina Stern had been ill, so her sister Shira called to see how she was doing. Dina’s ten-year-old son Moishie answered the phone.
"Hello," Moishie whispered.
"Hi, honey. It’s Aunt Shira. How's your mother doing?"
"She's sleeping," Moishie answered, again in a whisper.
"Did she go to the doctor?" Shira asked.
"Yes. She got some medicine," Moishie said softly.
"Well, don't wake her. Just tell her I called. What are you doing, by the way?"
Again in a soft whisper, Moishie answered, "Practicing my trumpet."