My father examined the shutters closely, unfurling them and back. "Stop
that" - my mother sniped at him and he collapsed into his chair,
embarrassed.
"It's late" - Nitzkhia said - "Maybe we should fan out and look for
Dinah."
"She'll be back" - my mother reassured her nervously, fighting a losing
battle with the spot - "She has nowhere else to go. He shares the same
room with his mother. She watches over him relentlessly. If you ask me,
there is something unhealthy going on between these two. No wonder he
is like that."
"God" - exhaled my grandma - "I hate to imagine what the neighbours
will invent: the two, alone, on the Seder night, in a public park..."
"He is a good person, this poor guy, he wouldn't harm a fly, how could
anyone believe that they ... together ... I am not sure he could do it
even if he knew what to do..." - Aliza laughed heartily, exposing
equine teeth, and waving back a mane of waning blonde.
Everyone brayed and then earnestness reasserted itself. Dinah still
hasn't returned and she was out there, with Janusz.
"I have cookies in sugar or in honey" - my grandma chuntered and
motioned to the kitchen listlessly. My mother and Aliza rushed to fetch
two outsized bowls containing triangular pastry floating in a golden
syrupy lake.
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