Early that Friday afternoon, when no one was likely to be in the synagogue, the man brought in the loaves under his cloak. He prayed and cried that G-d should look upon his offering with favor, and eat and enjoy the lovely, freshly baked bread. He went on and on, like an errant son begging his father for forgiveness. Then he placed the loaves in the Holy Ark beneath the Torah scrolls, and quickly left for home.