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Authors: Avraham Azrieli

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The UN siren, which his shots had awakened, died down. The armistice observers would assume it had been another bored Jordanian soldier and do nothing about it, as was their custom. He used the rifle scope to watch the UN Mideast Command at the old Government House across the border. Other than the guards kicking a ball in the courtyard, there was no activity. On the hill behind the UN compound, a rotary radar antenna turned lazily, curved as a giant sail, full with wind. It monitored the airspace constantly, enforcing the ban on aircraft operations in the region.

Elie put down the scope and sat on the tar roof to wait. He leaned back against the low wall surrounding the rooftop and pulled a cigarette from a pack of Lucky Strike. He smoked slowly, drawing deep, savoring the flavor of toasted burley. He didn’t mind waiting. Darkness wasn’t far off.

Chapter 4

 

 

O
n Sabbath morning, Lemmy accompanied his father to the synagogue, a large hall where prayers and studying took place daily from early morning to late night. It was filled to capacity. Cantor Toiterlich recited the morning prayers, and the men repeated after him. Children ran around, and the women in the upstairs mezzanine whispered gossip behind the lace partition. Abundant light came from the tall windows. The crossbeam ceiling, high above, carried an enormous crystal chandelier that glowed from Friday afternoon until Saturday night.

Midway through the service, the Torah scroll was carried to the dais for reading. The cantor called Rabbi Abraham Gerster up to the dais. The rabbi covered his head with the prayer shawl and recited the
Hagomel
—the prayer of gratitude for having survived mortal danger. When he finished, the men yelled, “Amen!” They had witnessed God reach down yesterday to spoil the sniper’s aim and deflect the deadly projectiles from the rabbi.

When the reading ended, Cantor Toiterlich chanted a prayer for the rabbi’s health and longevity. He followed with a special prayer for the rabbi’s wife, Temimah, that God may cure her infertility and grace her with more sons, who would grow up to study Torah. With the rabbi and his wife approaching forty, the congregants murmured, “May His will be so!”

As soon as morning prayers ended, the women hurried to their small apartments to set up for the Sabbath lunch. The children ran between the wooden benches, their colorful clothes lively against the black attire of their fathers. The men stepped outside, squinting at the bright sun, and strolled down the alleys in groups, discussing Talmudic conundrums.

Waiting in the synagogue courtyard, Lemmy unbuttoned his black coat and raised his face to the sun, enjoying its warmth. Benjamin nudged him, and he saw his father and Cantor Toiterlich emerge through the double-doors.

“Good Sabbath,” he said and shook their hands. Cantor Toiterlich lived with his wife and nine children in a two-room apartment three doors down from the rabbi. The eldest, a daughter named Sorkeh, stood behind her father.

Rabbi Gerster said, “Why don’t you and Sorkeh talk a bit while we walk home?”

“Yes, Father.” Lemmy’s face flushed. The separation between the genders in Neturay Karta allowed for no youthful socializing. But Talmud prescribed:
At eighteen to the chuppah.
So when a boy of eighteen was told to chat with a girl after prayers, it meant that the matchmaker had already proposed to both sets of parents, the fathers had negotiated terms for providing the basic needs for the couple, and the mothers had found each other agreeable to share in helping the young mother with soon-to-arrive babies, while the groom continued to study Talmud. Marriage in Neturay Karta was a serious business, handled by the parents, who knew their sons and daughters better than the youths knew themselves.

Rabbi Gerster walked with Cantor Toiterlich and Benjamin down the alley. “We’re facing a crisis,” he said, “with the abortion law proposal in the Zionist Knesset.”

“A desecration of God,” the Cantor agreed, and they launched into a discussion.

Lemmy and Sorkeh followed a short distance behind.

“Nice weather today,” he said.

“Warm! I like it!” She was a head shorter than he. Her flowery dress reached down to her shoes, fitting loosely on her plump, feminine figure. She must have just turned sixteen, the age at which Neturay Karta girls were added to the matchmaker’s list. Unlike married women, the girls didn’t cover their heads. Sorkeh’s hair was her prettiest asset—a dark, reddish mass of curls that framed her round face.

“How are your studies going?” She smiled and touched her hair.

“Very well. Thank you.” Lemmy thought how, moments after she would become a married woman, her head would be shaved smooth and covered with a kerchief—one of several fine, cotton headdresses she would receive as wedding gifts. The image of Sorkeh with a bald head made him grin.

She looked at him with an uncertain smile.

“I’m sorry,” Lemmy said, “I just remembered something funny.”

She nodded eagerly. “It happens to me too.”

He felt the need to explain, but thought better of it.

“Sometimes,” Sorkeh said, “I think of a funny occurrence, like when my mother was making the
keegel
for Sabbath, and the noodles overcooked and stuck together and she couldn’t mix in the sugar!”

Lemmy chuckled politely.

Encouraged, she continued, “So we tried to mix the noodles with oil to separate them, and I was holding the pot—”

Tuning her out, Lemmy thought of yesterday’s dramatic events. He recalled the Jordanian shooting, his father’s arm on his shoulders, and the petite woman who touched his father’s beard, her arm exposed, her skin smooth. He shuddered as the sun disappeared behind a gray cloud. The narrow alley had been neatly swept before the Sabbath, and the air was sweetened by the aroma of cooking pots that had been simmering since Friday. His mouth watered. Talmud forbade eating until after morning prayers, and he was famished.

“—and it took us an hour to clean up the mess!” Sorkeh burst out laughing.

Realizing she had reached the punch line, Lemmy smiled. “That’s funny. Do you like to cook?”

“Oh, yes!” She launched into a long monologue about food preparations for Sabbath and various holidays.

With occasional head nodding, Lemmy paced along the connected row of apartment buildings, which had originally been designed as a wall of defense against Arab nomads, but now kept out the immoral, secular Israeli society.

He was relieved when they reached home. After further greetings, Cantor Toiterlich and his daughter left.

Rabbi Gerster entered the apartment first, touching the mezuzah on the doorframe and then his lips. They hung their coats in the foyer and entered the dining room, where the table had been set with silver utensils and white cloth.

Temimah and Benjamin’s mother, Rachel, shuttled dishes from the kitchen. The mother and son had come to lunch every Sabbath since Benjamin’s father had left the sect many years ago, never to be heard from again.

Benjamin’s dark eyes glistened, and he whispered, “How was it?”

Lemmy crinkled his face.

Rabbi Gerster began to sing: “
Tranquility and joy, beacon for Israel, day of Sabbath, of rest, day of delight.

Benjamin and Lemmy joined him, singing the familiar tunes until the women were ready to serve the meal.

The rabbi recited the blessing on the wine goblet and the braided challah bread, which he sliced with a long, toothed knife. They ate
gefilteh
fish in jellied broth and wiped the plates with chunks of challah. The three of them sang again while Temimah and Rachel cleared the table.

Next came a large pot of
tcholent
—a concoction of meat, beans, vegetables, and spices that had been cooking overnight. Temimah’s ladle broke through the crust, and she served her husband. He pointed at the steaming, generous portion. “My dear wife wants me to get fat!”

Temimah emptied a full ladle in Benjamin’s plate, then in Lemmy’s. Her face, framed by a headdress tied behind, was bright with sweat. “So?” she asked. “How is Sorkeh?”

Everyone looked at Lemmy.

“Sorkeh?” He creased his forehead. “Who’s Sorkeh?”

They laughed, and the rabbi started chanting, “
Sabbath today, Sabbath the sacred day,
” saving Lemmy from further inquiries.

After the meal, while the women were busy in the kitchen, Rabbi Gerster leaned back in his armchair, sipped tea, and quoted from memory: “
The heaven and the earth were completed in all their glory, and on the seventh day God finished the work and blessed the Sabbath.

Lemmy listened carefully. Every Sabbath lunch, his father followed the same routine: A quote from the Torah and a trick question.

“Torah and Talmud,” the rabbi intoned, “what’s the difference?”

“Torah is God’s word,” Lemmy answered. “Cast in stone. Talmud, on the other hand, is a compilation of transcribed arguments between Talmudic scholars.”

“I disagree,” Benjamin said. “The sages’ arguments originated from God’s words, which had been passed down the generations by memorizing until the Babylonian exile, when every word was transcribed.” As always, he ran out of breath before he ran out of words.

Rabbi Gerster turned to Lemmy. “
Nooo?

“How can Talmud be cast in stone? It’s a collection of oral debates about law, rituals, business, science, ethics, animal sacrifices, and everything else.”

“Since when,” Benjamin asked, “does the style determine the substance?”

“Ah!” Rabbi Gerster lifted a finger. “A disagreement between two promising scholars!”

Lemmy noticed his father glance at his watch. Was he also thinking of the woman from yesterday? Would she come to visit?

“Talmud,” the rabbi said, “just like Torah, is divine, and therefore solid and unchangeable. The sages were inspired when they expressed their arguments, channeling, so to speak, God’s own words.”

“But how can we apply fixed rules to a changing world?” Lemmy swayed in the manner of Talmudic scholars. “Torah says not to start a fire during the Sabbath. It made sense when starting a fire was hard work. But today we can flip a light switch with a finger.”

“Good question!” Rabbi Abraham Gerster clapped his hands. “Why keep the rules? And why continue to wear long black coats and black hats even when the summer comes?”

“Tradition,” Benjamin said.

“Correct.” Rabbi Gerster lifted his tea cup but didn’t slurp from it. “For thousands of years, Jews have kept a fire burning from before sunset on Friday and devoted the whole Sabbath to rest and study. Should we throw away those traditions just because men invented electricity?”

“Men didn’t invent electricity,” Lemmy said. “God did.”

“True.” Rabbi Gerster chuckled. “Good point.”

“So maybe,” Lemmy pressed on, “God expects us to understand that He created electricity for our use, Sabbath included, even though men had not discovered electricity until centuries after Talmud was written.”

“God had reasons to delay such discovery,” Benjamin said. “But the rule remains, because we turn the light on by closing an electrical circuit and creating something new, which is forbidden during Sabbath.”

“Beautifully spoken!” Rabbi Gerster knuckled the table.

As if in response, someone knocked on the front door.

Lemmy went to the foyer and opened the door.

It was the woman from the alley. “Shalom,” she said.

He nodded, unable to speak. Her black hair was again tied up in a knot, revealing a small bandage on her forehead, which otherwise was as white as marble. She wore a long dress with sleeves down to her wrists. Her eyes were accentuated by slanted cheekbones and pencil-thin eyebrows. Her beauty made Lemmy think of a sentence from morning prayers:
How wondrous your creation is, God. How wondrous!

“I’m Tanya Galinski.” She offered her hand.

He made a slight bow, but didn’t take the hand.

“I forgot.” She smiled and dropped her hand. “It’s a sin to touch a female.”

Lemmy beckoned her into the foyer.

“You must be Abraham’s son.”

He nodded.

“You inherited his good looks and his gallantry. Thanks for defending me yesterday.”

Lemmy turned before she could see his blushing face and went to the dining room.

Benjamin was saying, “That’s why Rabbi Eliezer said that—”

“Excuse me,” Lemmy said. “It’s the woman from yesterday.”

Rabbi Gerster put down his teacup, which clanked against the saucer. He got up and went to the foyer, where he ushered her into his study and shut the door.

Lemmy stared at the door, astonished. Talmud forbade a man to be alone in a room with a woman other than his wife. How could his father shutter himself in his study like this? And with a secular woman, no less!

Chapter 5

 

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