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Out of respect for Con\u2019s parents, and especially for Gladys, of whom she had become increasingly fond, Debbie agreed that Con\u2019s funeral and burial should be in New York. It was the Rabins\u2019 first visit to a Catholic funeral, and all four \u2014 Josh having come home for the High Holidays \u2014 saw for the first time a dead body laid out in an open casket. Jewish ritual did not sanction open viewing of the deceased. Debbie was reluctant at first to gaze upon Con\u2019s lifeless body but, again yielding to her in-laws\u2019 feelings, looked briefly at the expressionless yet peaceful face and indulged in memories, colored by a range of emotions. She wondered why this experience \u2014 this opportunity for reflection \u2014 should be denied to Jewish mourners. \u00a0<\/p>

Over the lunch that followed the burial Debbie\u2019s mother, Esther, invited the Flynns to Philadelphia, to share in a family meal in their sukkah<\/em>. The festival of sukkoth, <\/em>a weeklong harvest celebration, she explained, begins just five days after Yom Kippur. To her surprise, Mike declared himself familiar with it, having that very week attended a kiddush<\/em> in a sukkah<\/em> locally, courtesy of a co-worker.<\/p>

\u201cBut Gladys missed out on that experience,\u201d he said, \u201cand we\u2019ve never had an entire meal in one. We\u2019d love to come.\u201d Gladys didn\u2019t have a chance to object, though she had misgivings about a celebration that seemed disrespectful to her recently buried son.<\/p>

Two days later they were on their way to Philadelphia, glad to get away from the sadness and hoping that the new adventure would dull their sense of loss.<\/p>

The Rabins\u2019 sukkah<\/em> was considerably smaller than the communal one Al had shown Mike, but it exuded the same fragrance and was just as generously decorated. Gladys was impressed \u2014 entranced \u2014 not only with the physical structure but the very concept of \u201cliving\u201d so close to nature (right in your own backyard!). What a stroke of genius to place this joyful holiday less than a week behind the solemnity of the Day of Atonement! To be sure, in her own faith, Easter was just two days after Good Friday, but those two days were connected by one individual\u2019s history and could not logically be separated. There was no obvious connection that she could see between the two Jewish holidays, yet the power of anticipation had to make it easier to withstand the rigors of a day of never-ending prayer and no food or drink.<\/p>

Gladys asked a question that should have been on everyone\u2019s mind. \u201cWhat happens if it rains?\u201d<\/p>

Max laughed. \u201cIn the \u2018old country,\u2019 meaning Israel, they probably don\u2019t worry too much about that, because it hardly ever rains. Here, of course, it happens all the time. Some people have a large plywood roof they can lower on top of this one; we just cover the table and chairs with a large plastic sheet. We don\u2019t worry about a damp floor.\u201d<\/p>

Esther informed the visitors regretfully that Josh could not attend because he had been called away on a medical emergency. She was acutely aware of his absence because the festival many years ago had been so meaningful for him and Eden. When the meal was well underway she decided to share the memory with her guests.<\/p>

\u201cIt was Eden\u2019s first, and she loved it so much I think we could have converted her right there and then. Except that Jews don\u2019t try to convert anybody. Your being here on this occasion means a lot to our family. Gosh, how many years has it been? Josh would probably be able to tell you exactly, but let\u2019s just say it\u2019s been a long time. He was in his senior year at high school, and something was brewing between the two of them. Up to that point she just was Debbie\u2019s friend. Best friend, I dare say, right, Debbie?\u201d Debbie\u2019s eyes were moist and she nodded without saying a word. Esther reached across the table and took Debbie\u2019s hand. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, darling, I know it hurts, especially on top of what you\u2019re going through now, but it\u2019s part of your history too and I think it would help for Gladys and Mike to know it.\u201d She looked at her guests, whose expressions indicated clearly that they were unaware.<\/p>

\u201cAnyway,\u201d Esther continued, \u201cthe two fell in love and after that evening it was hard to keep them apart. We went to Europe after his graduation, and you should have seen how they fell over each other when we got back. Not the slightest embarrassment, for there was no need. You see, Eden was a simply lovely girl and, in a manner of speaking, we were all in love with her. There\u2019s lots more, but what I wanted you to know is that Eden was not Jewish, but we didn\u2019t mind in the least, knowing her as a person. So you see we\u2019ve always been tolerant in the area of religion \u2014 even before Debbie and Con met. The only qualms we ever had about Debbie\u2019s marriage had to do with being ready for lifelong commitment, you know, the things parents usually worry about.\u201d<\/p>

Mike asked, \u201cDid Josh and Eden get married? And how did that work out?\u201d<\/p>

Esther took a few seconds to answer. \u201cNo. We all thought they would. I might even say they should have. But it was not to be.\u201d<\/p>

In the pause following this statement, Mike asked, \u201cHow come?\u201d He expected \u2014 hoped \u2014 that the Rabins had, barely in time, realized that interfaith marriage was wrong. The answer took him by surprise.<\/p>

\u201cEden had a strong allergy to penicillin. She scraped her knee, it became infected, she developed sepsis, and a young doctor in the hospital \u2014 an intern fresh out of medical school, inexperienced and inadequately supervised \u2014 gave her penicillin without asking about allergies. She went into anaphylactic shock and died.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cOh my God!\u201d Gladys\u2019s hand flew to her mouth. \u201cHow dreadful! How sad. And those young people so in love!\u201d<\/p>

Mike nodded, then said, \u201cSome people might say it was God\u2019s punishment for crossing the line. Do you believe that?\u201d<\/p>

Max spoke up for the first time. \u201cWe believe it was a medical error.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo, I didn\u2019t mean to . . . ,\u201d Mike stammered, \u201c. . . imply it was God\u2019s punishment, just that some people might think<\/em> so.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cOK, Mike, OK,\u201d Gladys said, placing a hand on Mike\u2019s arm. \u201cJust drop it.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cSorry,\u201d Mike said, face downcast. \u201cI guess I\u2019m not quite myself these days.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWe understand,\u201d Esther assured him. \u201cYou\u2019ve also suffered a terrible loss.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWe all have,\u201d Debbie added.<\/p>

Mike raised his head and looked directly at everyone at the table in turn, Debbie last.<\/p>

\u00a0\u201cI\u2019ve been meaning to say this for a while now,\u201d he began, \u201cthinking a lot about it. I may have trouble expressing myself, so I hope you\u2019ll be patient with me.\u201d There was a collective holding of breath, ending with a collective gasp when he continued: \u201cI owe you all an apology. His eyes swept the company and met frowns of incomprehension.<\/p>

\u201cTo whom do you owe an apology, and for what?\u201d Esther asked.<\/p>

\u201cEveryone, but mostly Debbie \u2014 and my late son Con.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d Debbie broke the silence. \u201cWhat have you done? To me or to Con?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWell, for one thing, I\u2019ve never been nice to you, or treated you with the respect you deserve. And I\u2019m making this confession in the presence of your parents, because they must be aware, yet never said an unkind word to me.\u201d<\/p>

Gladys looked on with an expression somewhere between unbelieving and appalled. Her jaw appeared frozen half-shut. Obviously her husband\u2019s words surprised her as much as they did the others. Esther, hearing the word confession, wondered whether Mike had confessed to his priest, but she did not ask. Max decided on a different approach, one that could not be construed as provocative.<\/p>

\u201cMike,\u201d he said gently, \u201cdoes this have to do with religion?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIn part yes. I\u2019m well aware how open-minded you are about religion, and to be honest I admire you for it. If you ever had a problem with Con marrying into your family, I don\u2019t remember him ever saying anything about it. I do remember he was crazy about Debbie, so he wouldn\u2019t want to give me an excuse for stopping him.<\/p>

\u201cI was the one with the problem. Not Gladys, just me. It\u2019s the way I was raised. Our church teaches it too.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBut you don\u2019t need to apologize to us for your church\u2019s teaching,\u201d Max said. \u201cBesides, Debbie and Con got married, so no damage!\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIt\u2019s my attitude, you see. In my heart I never welcomed Debbie, and I\u2019m terribly sorry for that. She\u2019s a really good person.\u201d After a short silence, during which the others wondered whether a rejoinder was in order, Mike added, \u201cThere\u2019s the hemophilia, of course.\u201d<\/p>

Esther placed both hands on the table and looked Mike in the eye. \u201cI can\u2019t imagine why you would bring that up except to blame Debbie. She had no idea she was a carrier, and neither did I. There\u2019s a gap in our family history that we haven\u2019t filled. My mother was adopted when both her parents died in the 1918 flu pandemic. She was barely two years old. Obviously she too was a carrier and somewhere in the past there must have been a bleeder in the family. And it upsets me that you mention hemophilia when we\u2019re talking about religion. Just how sincere is your apology to Debbie? For a while I thought we were healing a wound, but I have to ask you, do you think there\u2019s a link?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWhat link?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cBetween religion and hemophilia.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cIsn\u2019t it a Jewish disease?\u201d<\/p>

Gladys thought it was time to put a stop to this. \u201cMike, you know that\u2019s utter nonsense. Didn\u2019t they teach you about the Russian tsar and Queen Victoria?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cLike what?\u201d Mike, seemingly forgetting an altercation with Con on the same topic years before, was becoming belligerent, but fortunately his anger was directed at his wife, not their hosts.<\/p>

\u201cThe last tsar before the revolution,\u201d Esther interjected, \u201chad a son with hemophilia, which he obviously inherited from the tsarina, his mother \u2014 just like Debbie and I did from ours. In their case it came from the family of Queen Victoria of England. You know, of course, that those royals like to marry other royals. Keeps the royal blood pure.\u201d<\/p>

That was Max\u2019s cue. \u201cSometimes so pure it won\u2019t clot.\u201d Light laughter scattered around the table. \u201cAnyway, we\u2019re not related to any royals, but we do have hemophilia in common \u2014 despite our religious difference.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie did not laugh. Esther, seeing her daughter\u2019s expression, realized that her daughter had precious little reason to be amused with all this talk about hemophilia. \u00a0For her, the loss of her husband and her son\u2019s lifelong handicap left no room for entertainment at their expense. \u201cExcuse me,\u201d she said, \u201cI think it\u2019s time for us to go. The boys have school tomorrow. Thanks for the dinner, Mom and Dad. We\u2019ll see you soon.\u201d<\/p>

Nodding briefly to Gladys and Mike, she took her sons and left. When they were out of earshot, Esther said in a whisper, \u201cMy God, how insensitive of us. I\u2019m so sorry. Now it\u2019s our turn to apologize.\u201d<\/p>

Next morning she discovered a necktie that one of her grandsons must have taken off and hung over the back of a chair. She phoned Debbie.<\/p>

\u201cHi, there. One of your sons is missing a tie. I hope he has a spare for school.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie laughed. \u201cYou obviously don\u2019t know whose it is. Well, I don\u2019t either. They switch back and forth as the mood dictates. Anyway, could you slip it in an envelope and mail it to us? I assume it\u2019s worth more than the postage.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cI have a better idea,\u201d Esther answered. \u201cCome down and have dinner with us again. Leftovers, naturally. We want to talk.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cWill Gladys and Mike be there too?\u201d<\/p>

\u201cNo. It\u2019s you we want to talk to. And no distractions. But bring the boys.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cLet me talk with them, and I\u2019ll get back to you.\u201d<\/p>

The boys agreed, visions of another meal in the sukkah<\/em> dancing before their eyes.<\/p>

There was no tension at the table this time. No one seemed to have an agenda other than returning the tie to its rightful owner, whoever that might be. But Esther\u2019s true motive made its appearance together with a pot of freshly brewed tea with dessert. She looked questioningly at Max and he nodded agreement.<\/p>

\u201cDad and I\u2019ve been talking about how your life will be changed,\u201d she said. \u201cYou could stay where you are, be a single mother, and continue your job at the library. You\u2019re certainly capable of doing all that, and the boys would adjust. They\u2019re old enough to take care of themselves. But we\u2019d like you to consider moving to Philadelphia \u2014 moving in with us for as long as you like. We\u2019re not putting pressure on you, just inviting you. There\u2019s nothing for you in Edison really \u2014 except a house to maintain. In Philadelphia you\u2019d have everything. There\u2019d be work for you, and medical facilities to spare \u2014 without a long commute. We don\u2019t doubt for a moment that the boys would qualify for Central High, which was good enough for Josh and will prepare both C.J. and Chris for college.\u201d<\/p>

Max couldn\u2019t resist an opportunity. \u201cYou might even want to marry again. And there\u2019d be a much better selection of men here than in the Jersey boonies.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie was dumbfounded. \u201cI had no idea,\u201d she said when she finally found her voice. A smile broke out on her face. \u201cWhat a wonderful and generous offer. And Gladys and Mike would still only be a train ride away, so we can all stay in touch. Of course, if we did come here, it would only be for as long as it takes us to find our own place. But we ought to think about it a while.\u201d<\/p>

Debbie turned to the boys. \u201cWhat do you think, fellas?\u201d<\/p>

Chris took the bait. \u201cDoes the sukkah<\/em> stay up all year?\u201d<\/p>

There was a communal howl of laughter. \u201cNo,\u201d Max said, \u201cthis is only for the festival of Sukkoth<\/em>. But after it\u2019s down you can build your own right here, and you can sleep in it whenever you want, summer and winter.\u201d<\/p>

\u201cSounds good!\u201d C.J. added with gusto.<\/p>

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