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Shira Applebaum was ill, so her sister Rivka called to see how she was doing. Eight year old Moishie answered the phone.
"Hello," Moishie whispered.
"Hi, Honey. How's your mother doing?" Aunt Rivka asked.
"She's sleeping," he answered, again in a whisper.
"Did she go to the doctor?" Aunt Rivka 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."