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This originally appeared in the Yiddish Forverts. To read the previous chapter.

As soon as they settled at their table, Leah looked at him and asked:Whats your fathers relationship with God?

She sat facing him in some colorful thing, something fuzzy it seemed. His eyes roamed the room and then settled back on his tea mug. But now with this surprising question, his hands which had been wrapped around his mug, broke apart. Excuse me?

Yes, with God. What kind of relationship does he have with theEybershter?

This question made Yankel angry though he couldnt say why. He never thought about this. Maybe because he didnt think much of the Eybershter as she called Him at all. He felt humiliated.

I suppose its a legitimate question but Yankel stumbled, grasping for words and then somehow found them: I believe for my father,Israel, the State of Israel,is his God. Yankel was surprised he was saying this.Eretz Yisrael Shleimah, Yankel went on. The Greater Israel, theshtachim, the settlements, young men with tanks, guns, with flyingtzitzit, tefillin,Nimrodsandalim this is the God of my father.

Yankel looked broodingly into his tea mug. It never before occurred to him in such stark terms, that his God and the God of his father were not the same. In fact, they were very different.

Leah fell silent and fidgeted with her purse. She looked abashed as if to say, had she really asked that question? Had she really gotten that answer?

Leah excused herself to the washroom, but he noticed that she went to the payphone.Who would she be calling up, some kind of cupid, a confidante perhaps?Women were inscrutable. He hated himself for caring so much what was on these girls minds. It was a kind of torture. Thoughts of recent dates came to him. All of them humiliations; one after the other. There was Mindy just last month who told the matchmaker that he was a good guy but that he ran the date like a Keystone cop. (So what if he forgot his keys at the restaurant and had to walk back a few blocks?) Then there was Yocheved a week or two ago, who kept asking him why his mother was so old when she had him. Forty is not old, he nearly snapped at her. Word got back to Yankel that she told the matchmaker that he was testy and crabby. Its true that women could bring out impatience and surliness in him, but were they such angels? And yet now with Leah, even as he felt uncomfortable by the conversation, he was, strange to admit, comfortable with her.

He watched as she hung up and returned to the table.He noticed how she smoothed her dark hair.Her hair was beautiful. To him it looked like a surfers wave.

That was a pretty neat question, Yankel said in a way that surprised him, and for the first time he looked at her directly across the table.I liked it very much. Why dont we take a walk?I think it stopped raining.

Barely two hours after he had first come to Leahs door, Yankel parked the Buick in front of her house. During their time at the restaurant and their walk, what had happened? All they did was talk of this and that but something had changed, something was happening between them. He could feel it like a cold or a virus coming on, but in this case it was the opposite something good. He struggled to discount it; feelings like these only fizzle out on the runway of desire before it could take off. He suddenly felt a desperate need to keep this feeling going, to nurture it along. But how?

I had a nice time, Leah saidin a hesitant voice as they walked up the steps to her door. He wanted to say something, but didnt know what.

The next morning Yankel woke up with uneasiness. He didnt know what to make of what happened. Why on earth hadnt he said the truth: He did have a good time! Maybe he did need to see a psychologist. It was the 20thcentury after all. A man had where to go to feel better or at least to set himself straight. Mostly though, he felt ashamed for his incompetence.

It was Sunday morning, still Chanukah. Much of the yeshiva had gone away, but where did Yankel have to go? To a mother living on Bay8thstreetin Bensonhurst in a tenement that smelled of yesterdays supper; dull fluorescent lighting in the hallways, an elevator with a round window and big black buttons to push? By this time on Sunday mornings, one could see a procession of elderly and not-so-elderly people shuffling along with their laundry carts, a plastic jug of liquiddetergentnestled on top of the laundry headed down to the room in the basement with the washing machines and dryers. In the lobby of the apartment building would be an electric menorah with orange bulbs next to a Christmas tree and a light-up Santa. No, it was better to be learning Talmud in the study hall, in the bais medrash any bais medrash.

Even though Yankel was still a bokher, asingle man,he had a seatat themarried menstable at breakfast a sign of the esteem in which he was held. Although he did not give full-fledgedTorah lectures, he did lead an informal study group. Today, there were few people even among thefull-timers. It was Chanukah break, after all. He decided to skip the special French Toast Chanukah breakfast. Instead, he grabbed a hard-boiled egg and went straight to the Talmud.

One of the younger students in the bais medrash, an illuyi, a whiz kid, came over to Yankel. Let me learn with you this morning, he said. Theres no one here.

He couldnt have beenmore than fourteen, but one look at him and you got the feeling that the world of learning Talmud was created especially for him. Not only did he have a sharp mind, but he looked like the best of the pre-Holocaust Roman Wishniac photos cheeks round as oranges, and freckles sprinkled lightly under his eyes like frosting.

There they were: the oldest guy in the bais medrash and the youngest in the empty room; around them books piled high the Ran, the Rosh, the Shulchan Aruch, medieval explicators of the Talmud.They began discussing the question whether doing one mitzvah exempts you from doing another. The boy had nicknamed Yankel the snow plow as Yankel moved through the Talmudthoroughly and with all deliberate speed like an ice-breaker in theNorthwest Passage.

An hour or two passed until they went downstairs to munch on jelly donuts set out in honor of Chanukah. Slowly, though, Yankels feelings of desperation returned and the mornings enthusiasm waned, at first slowly, then more rapidly. Later that night, Yankel was again in the grips of an agonizing loneliness when theshadchantecalled.

I havent heard from you, she said flatly. I didnt know what to think.

It was a strange experience, Yankel said.

Strange?

Well, he shrugged, I dont know how I feel.

Did you feel like continuing your conversation with her?

I dont know. Shes very smart and resourcefulshe knows how to fix windshield wipers. This part he threw in for want of anything better to say.

She chuckled. So whats the matter?

He paused, swallowing, his mouth dry. He could still taste his hard-boiled egg from breakfast. I felt like an idiot. I didnt know what to say to her at the end of the date.

And now?

Now I dont know. Im confused.

Shall I tell her then to move on? I can set her up with someone else.

He felt a quickening inside him. No, tell hertell her Ill call her tonight.

It was with a mixture of dread, self-coercion, and dare he say anticipation, that he againdialed the number. This time, Leah answered.Hello?

Hello again.

He tried to picture her but for the life of him couldnt remember how she looked. A flash of pale skin, dark hair, brown eyes, or were her eyes green? How could a man sit in front of a woman for two hours and not remember her face? He had a moment of panic and papered it over with a formal tone by wishing her a happy Chanukah:A freylekhn un likhtikn Chanukah.

Oh my goodness, you sound like my father with your Yiddish! Where did you learn to speak it? she said in a bright voice.

Thats just the way I way I speak, with a little Yiddish here and there.If she only knew the rest of what was inside of him, thought Yankel. How tormented he was by his thoughts!

But your words sound so nice!

I dont know much. If we get to know each other, you will find out. Speaking of which, he cleared his throat, are you available this Motzoei Shabbes? Saturday night was a big time dating night. He hoped he had given her enough notice.

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