conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a story about Rabbi, Small with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this story could be 'Thursday the Rabbi Walked Out'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Thursday the Rabbi Walked Out
  She flipped open the file. "This one? You want me to make the correction on my typewriter? I can x it out and—"
  From Molly's he drove directly to Jordon's house. As he turned in at the gate, he heard an automobile horn, seemingly from the direction of the house. It grew louder as he drove up the driveway, and sure enough, there was a car parked in front of the door. It was Martha, her face contorted with rage as she pushed down on the horn button on the steering wheel.
  He got out of his car and approached her. "What's going on? What's the matter? What's the racket for?"
  He walked to the door, as she got out of the car to follow him. He stabbed at the bell button. Sure enough, he could hear it ringing inside.
  He nodded and pushed the button once more. They waited, and she said, "I'll bet he's watching and waiting for me to go away."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Brooks shook his head pityingly. "David, David, you just don't understand. In a job like yours, or like mine, you've got to be covered every minute. You can't let them get a single thing on you. Remember, they are the enemy."
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conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The rabbi nodded. "I imagine it bothered him. He must have been aware that it was likely. Did he say that he would have come forward and confessed if Billy had been charged?"
  The rabbi smiled. "I suppose it shows that it takes age and experience and the wisdom of maturity to be fooled. What's he going to do now? Go back to New York?"
  The letter came in Tuesday's mail. The Rabbi opened it and read, "Dear Rabbi Small: This is to notify you that the board of directors have voted to renew..."
  She tried not to show her relief and pleasure as she read. She even managed to sound cross as she said, "They certainly took their time about it." Then she laughed, "Oh, David, I'm so glad."