The girl still had her eyes glued to the monitor. “How do you get to play that game? You got to give them money or something?”

“Minda!” the oldest boy rebuked her sharply. “This is not our world!”

“Mendel, Mama could really use a new washing machine.”

“Then Papa will buy her one.”

“Yeah, sure. He never buys us anything.”

“Minda!” the boy scolded.

Minda fell silent. The little boy smiled at Decker. “I saw the horses.”

Decker smiled back. “Would you like to ride one?”

The boy’s eyes grew big. “Can I?”

“Pessy, wait for Mama,” the oldest boy said.

“Good idea,” Decker said, wondering where the hell Mama was. Instead he turned to Mendel and asked him what he was learning. The teenager shrugged, leaning over the volume of Talmud as if hiding his paper from a potential cheater.

Again, Decker bit his mustache. “Anyone hungry?”

“We’ll wait until our mother comes back,” Mendel said. “But thank you anyway.”

Decker shuffled his feet. “How long has your mother been gone, kids?”

Minda said, “About half an hour. Before Joker in the Deck…will you look at that! She won a whole living room full of furniture! I can’t believe it!”

Decker smiled tightly. “Is anyone hungry?” He looked at the youngest. “Are you hungry, Pessy?”

“He’ll wait,” Mendel said.

“Don’t be such a meanie, Mendel,” Minda said. “Are you hungry, Pessy?”

The little boy looked at his brother. His brother nodded. Pessy said, “I’m a little hungry.”

“I can fix you a sandwich,” Decker said. “What would you like? Tuna? Egg salad? Peanut butter and jelly?”

“Peanut butter and jelly,” Pessy said. “Please.”

“Coming right up.” Decker stood. “How about you, Mendel? Anything?”

Mendel blushed. “I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?”

Minda said, “Go ahead, Mendel. You already checked out the kitchen. It was fine.”

Mendel glared at his sister. Decker said, “I’m glad you checked out the kitchen. I want you kids to feel comfortable here.”

Minda said, “Thank you very much. And thank you for letting us stay here. I’ve never seen a game like this in my life. It’s fascinating!”

“It’s beetul Torah,” Mendel said.

“Mendel, relax, okay?” Minda said. “It’s vacation!”

Decker smiled. “I’ll make you a sandwich, Pessy. Who else is hungry?”

Slowly, the younger girl raised her hand. Decker hadn’t really noticed her before. She was so waifish, so thin, Decker wondered if she wasn’t undernourished. Her name was Bryna. Not that she told Decker her name. Minda volunteered the information.

Mercifully, Decker heard a key being inserted in the front lock. The door opened, Rina shouting out hello.

“We’re in the dining room,” Decker shouted back.

Rina walked in, Hannah riding her hip. Decker smiled at his daughter, then relieved his wife of her sitting appendage.

“Hello, Hannah Rosie!” Decker lifted her into the air. “How was your checkup?”

“She got a shot for hepatitis.”