Right before the services started, half of Yonkie’s school—including Yonkie—came in to join them. Some smart kid even had the grace to bring in Danishes and juice as a reward for participation. It was downright homespun and everyone seemed friendlier, more social and a lot more grateful—praying with sincerity…making it count. By eight—after demolishing the snacks—the men started leaving to begin their working day. Rina, along with several other women, came in just as the men were filing out. They were holding pails, scrub brushes, scouring pads, and lots of Scotch tape to piece together torn bits of the holy books. Decker helped them unload the cleaning material.

“I’ve never seen the place so spotless,” he remarked to his wife.

“Almost like it never happened,” Rina answered. “What’s with that kid? Why on earth would he do such a terrible thing? I know you can’t answer me. I’m just wondering out loud.”

“Darling, I’m just as confused as you.”

Rina regarded her husband. “Poor Peter. You look tired.”

“I’m fine.” Decker smiled to prove the point. “How come you look so good? It’s not fair.”

“It’s called foundation to hide the dark circles.”

“Ah.”

“Also, you’re not wearing your glasses.”

“I don’t need glasses!” Decker insisted. “Only with medicine bottles. Let’s not rush things.”

Rina grinned. “Did I tell you I love you this morning?”

“No, you didn’t.”

She did. Then she stood on tiptoe and kissed him. Then she handed him a paper bag. “I packed you lunch. Please remember to eat it.”

“That’s never been my problem…not eating.”

She pinched his ribs. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“Below the belt, kid.”

“Stop talking that way.” Rina smiled. “We’re in a shul.”

Decker laughed and hugged her. She felt tense and tight. He said, “Don’t overdo it with all the cleaning, Rina. You’re punishing muscles that you’re not used to using.”

She broke away and rubbed her shoulder. “I’m aware of that.”

“I’m going to remember that ‘below the belt’ comment,” Decker said. “Especially tonight.”

“I sure hope so.”