“No, we’re definitely not going to the movies,” Honey said, quickly. “It would be too much for them. We don’t have televisions here. We don’t even have phones in the village. Well, that’s not true. There are phones in the produce store, the butcher shop, and the bakery. For emergencies. But we don’t have phones in the houses.”

Rina knew lots of religious people who didn’t own television sets or go to the movies. She knew plenty of Orthodox adults who shied away from popular fiction and magazines like Time and Newsweek. The stories were too lurid, the pictures were prurient. But no phones in the houses was a first.

“Since when is it halachically forbidden to use a phone?” Rina stared at the receiver. “Aren’t you using one now?”

“I’m using the one at the bakery,” Honey said. “I know it sounds like every year some group is trying to outfrum the other. That another group goes to more and more extremes to shut out the outside world. But the Rebbe’s not trying to do that.”

The Rebbe, Rina thought quickly. Which Rebbe? Most people thought the Chasidim were one cohesive group. In fact, there were many Chasidic sects, each one interpreting the philosophy of the Ba’al Shem Tov a little bit differently.

“I’m sure you have your reasons, Honey. I don’t mean to sound disparaging. Goodness knows most people think me strange, being as religious as I am. And poor Peter. The guys at the station house think he’s gone nuts. Like you said, who am I to judge?”

“You have to understand the Leibben philosophy,” Honey said. “Modern machines drive wedges between people.”

Leibben, Rina thought. That’s right. Honey had married a Leibbener Chasid.

“Once you get used to not using a phone, it really is very nice,” Honey explained. “We take walks in the park and schmooze. We have lots of afternoon get-togethers…tea parties. It’s kind of…quaint.” Honey giggled. Rina remembered it as one of the nervous mannerisms Honey had developed after her mother died. “Anyway, if putting us up is too much for you…”

“I’d love to see you, Honey, if I can arrange it. Things are a little hectic since the baby’s—”

“You had a baby?” Honey gasped. “That’s so exciting! When?”

“Hannah’s nine months old.”

“Oh, Rina, how wonderful! You finally got your little girl! You must be thrilled!”

“I’m very lucky.” Rina noticed her voice had dropped to a whisper. The birth had gone smoothly but there were complications afterward. Hannah would be Rina’s last baby and not by choice. There was a long pause. Honey asked her if everything was okay.

“Just fine.” Rina tried to sound chipper. A strain since chipper wasn’t part of her normal vocabulary.

Honey picked up the slack. “So the boys must be big by now…teenagers.”

“Fourteen and eleven.”