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heard of. Buddhists and Pagans and all kinds of other religions.”
“That’s nice, dear. It’s good that other people can find comfort
in their religions, even if they’re those crazy-type ones. I suppose
it’s better than not believing in anything at all.”
“There were even people from Inuit tribes that gave a talk
about their traditions. It was very interesting!”
I was surprised to hear Yeshua so excited. Usually he’s much
more even-tempered, stony even.
“I’m so glad you’re having a good time,” I sighed. “I’m sure
you don't miss me at all, seeing how you're meeting all kinds of
people more interesting than your boring old mother. When this is
all over, you won't want to come home.”
“Ma, don’t say that! Of course I will! I’ll call you tomorrow
morning, like always.”
“Oh no, only if you want to. I don’t want to take time away
from your important new friends.”
“I’ll call. I promise. And we'll be home Monday morning.”
After he hung up I went to bed, but I had trouble sleeping. I
had teased him about his new friends, but I kept thinking about
what would happen when I died, and Yeshua would be all alone.
Monday morning Yeshua wasn’t home when I got up. I thought
that his plane would have landed at least two hours ago, more than
enough time to get from Kennedy to our apartment. Airlines these
days always seem to be running late. I called the synagogue, and
the secretary said that Rabbi Lieberman had come in an hour ago,
but that Yeshua was running errands.
Waiting for Yeshua was harder than I expected. The apartment
seemed emptier than usual, and I realized how much I’d missed
him while he’d been gone.
I considered turning on the television, but all that was on now
were soap operas, and I didn’t want to watch stories about people
falling in and out of love when I was worried that my own son
might never get to have that experience. The thought of Yeshua
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