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“So, Ill be there by four, four-thirty at the latest. When does Shabbat begin? When? And lighting the candles? 8:03? All right, 8:03. Wait a sec, Mama wants to talk to you.” He handed her the phone.
“You and your Shabbat. My son an Orthodox Jew, I still cant believe it. Sorry, what? I already told him he shouldnt use the phone while hes driving. What? He looks awful. Like someone spit him out. And he rented the most ghastly car you can imagine. A pimps car. No, I wont fight with him. How are the children? Amadées swimming? And no ones lifeguarding him? Whats Julia up to? Youre down by the dock? Well thats good.”
When the call was over, she looked sideways at her son, reproachfully. “The cell phone stays with me from now on. Youre completely wound up! And whats ‘lighting the candles supposed to mean?”
“You were already at our house once for that, Mother. Its when we light the candles for Shabbat, the moment that separates the previous week from the day of rest. Madeleine lights the candles, then she spreads out her arms above them and draws them in three times in a circular motion to show that she embraces the sanctity of the Shabbat. Then she puts her hands over her eyes and says the blessing. Do you remember now?”
“My son an Orthodox Jew! Unfathomable . . .”