Faye Kellerman
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Koby lifted up my left hand. “I’m one step ahead of you, sir.”
My father’s eyes widened. They went from my hand to my face to Koby’s and back to my hand.
Koby said, “I brought a magnifying glass if it would help.”
“It’s not that small. It’s not small at all. What is it? A carat?”
“One point four, actually.”
“Shiny little bugger, isn’t it?”
“It is a very good stone—E flawless. I could have gotten bigger, but your daughter wanted quality. I have good friends in the diamond bursa in Israel.”
“I’ve been there, so don’t even try to pull rank.” He stared at Koby, his expression sour. “Does this mean you’re going to be a fixture here?”
“I’m afraid so.”
Dad broke into a grin.
Then he hugged Koby.
Not me. Koby.
I tapped my father on the shoulder. “Uh, remember me? Your daughter?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He broke away from Koby, hugged me hard, gripping me with his fingers. As soon as his eyes moistened, he averted his gaze. “Come on in.” To me: “Did you tell your mother?”
“We just came from there. We told her first.”
“Smart girl. Set a date?”
“Mom’s working on it,” I answered. “She’s thinking about squeezing us in somewhere between her trip to the Far East and the Food Is Life banquet.” I laughed. “I’m being mean. She offered to cancel her trip to the Far East, but I told her to work around it. We’re flexible.”
Koby said, “Actually, I wanted to marry in Israel, save you time and money, but Cindy said Jan would kill her.”
“She would have,” Decker concurred.
“So now you are stuck with my family coming out here. With all of my siblings and step-siblings and cousins and their families, it will be between thirty and sixty people.”
Decker opened and closed his mouth. “Okay.”
“His father and stepmother are real, real, real religious, Daddy,” I said.
My father looked ill. “More than Rina?”
Koby thought about it. “Not more religious, but Rina is more … sophisticated. My stepmother is Canadian, but my father is very, very old-fashioned. He doesn’t speak English all that well.”
“He doesn’t speak it at all,” I corrected. “But he understands. He’s very cute. He’s really, really skinny. And his stepmother’s a doll. When they come out, can they stay here? Rina not only knows the religious etiquette, but she also knows Hebrew. If they stay with Mom, it’ll be a disaster. She won’t know what to do with them.”
“Uh … of course.” Decker smiled weakly. “But only if it’s okay with your mother, Cindy.”
“I thought I’d set her up with some of Koby’s English-speaking, less religious siblings. Maybe a few could stay with Grandpa.”
“Your mother’s father?”
“Yes, Dad. I wasn’t thinking of your dad in Florida.”
“You’re going to sic Jack Cohen on Koby’s relatives?”
“Stop that!” I scolded. “I love Grandpa.”
“I love Jack, too,” Dad answered. “He was the best part about your mother. But he’s different.” He shook his head. “Have you really thought about this?”
I noticed my father turning a slight shade of green. “Maybe we should discuss this later and just celebrate my promotion tonight?”
“Good idea.” My father looked as if a headache were coming on. Just then Sammy walked in. “Dad, could you— Oh, hi, guys.” He homed in on my fiancé. “Koby, we need to talk. I’ve got this emergency situation. A basketball game on Sunday.”
“I’m working, Shmuel.”
“What time do you start?” Sammy asked.
“Three.”
“No problem. The game’s at ten.”
“Sammy, that’s enough,”’ Decker said.
“Our star forward’s grandmother died. I promise you’ll be out by one because we’re all going to the funeral at two.”
“Sammy, you are truly sick,” I told him.
My stepbrother ignored me. “Koby, we really need you. Otherwise it’s going to be embarrassing.”
“Surely there are other token blacks in this area.”
“Not this late in the series. They’ve already been snapped up. C’mon. I’m going back to New York next week. Please?”
“I have to help Cindy pack.”
“I’ll help her pack after the funeral.” Sammy looked at me. “Where are you going?”
“I’m moving,” I told him.
“Oh. Where?”
Koby raised his eyebrows.
“Oh.” Sammy looked at Daddy, trying not to smile. “Okay. I’ll help you pack, Cin. I promise.”
“I can manage. I don’t own that much.” I regarded Koby. “You can play.” I elbowed my stepbrother in the ribs. “Anything to shut him up.”
Koby rubbed his forehead. “You are a nag, Shmuel.”
“Persistent.”
“Just this one last time.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
“Don’t expect miracles.”
“Koby, it’s all a matter of image! Skill doesn’t hurt, either.”
Decker wagged a finger at him. “You’re overstepping your bounds, young man. I’m only permitting it because he’s now family. Say hello to your brother-in-law.”
I showed Sammy my ring.
“Really? Cool!” He kissed my cheek. “I gotta go call Yossi before Shabbat. He’s gonna freak when I tell him. Thanks, Koby.”
“And mazel tov?” Koby prompted.
“Oh sure. Mazel tov, although it wasn’t exactly unexpected. But it’s still neat.”
He left.
“Well, he was certainly excited,” I commented.
My father laughed. “Sammy was born politically incorrect, God bless him.”
Rina came into the living room. “I thought I heard voices.” She wiped her hands on her apron. “Dressed like that, I’m assuming you’re staying?”
“If it’s okay with you.”
“Of course.” She kissed my cheek. “Shabbat Shalom.”
Without a word, Koby showed her my finger. My stepmother’s eyes lit up. “Oh my goodness, it’s beautiful!” She hugged me hard. “Did you tell your mother?”
“Yes, she was the first one we told.”
“Perfect!” Rina hugged Koby and kissed his cheek. “Mazel tov, mazel tov! This is so incredibly exciting!”
“All this and a gold shield, too,” I said.
“Oh, that’s right! We definitely need champagne!”
Koby lifted the bottle.
Rina said, “I’ll go chill it.” Her face was suffused with pure happiness, unlike the happy but wistful expression that my father wore. “Have you set a date?”
“We were just talking about this,” I said. “I asked Dad if you could put up Koby’s parents because they’re—”
“Of course!” Rina said. “We’ll put up anyone you want.”
“He has between thirty and sixty relatives, dear,” my father remarked.
“Okay. As soon as you set the date, let me know so I can call the caterer for Shabbat dinner and lunch on the day of the aufruf.” She spoke to Koby. “You’ll have it in our shul, I take it. Unless you want to do it in your shul.”
“Your beit knesset is fine.”
Rina was beaming. “This is so exciting. I can’t wait to meet your family. And don’t worry, Koby. We’ll put them all up. It’s not a problem.”
My dad was massaging a wrinkled forehead. Koby put his arm around his shoulder. “Now you see why I left.”
Sammy came back in and kissed his mother. “Eema, Eema, you’ve gained a son and I’ve gained a forward!” He scrutinized Koby’s face. “I guess you can call her Eema although she’s only what, ten years older than you?”
“No, she’s ten years older than I am,” I said. “She’s only six—”
“Can we move on?” Dad interjected.
“It’s irrelevant because mother is a state of mind,” Rina pronounced. “Besides, Cindy’s mother would be eema.”
“No, my mother will be mom,” I told her. “Definitely not eema.”
“My stepmother is Eema,” Koby said. “To me, you are Rina because that’s what Cindy calls you. Besides, Rina fits your face.”
“Whatever you want, Yaakov.”
He focused his eyes on Daddy’s face. “My question is … what do I call you, sir?”
“What do you call me?”
“Yes.”
Decker rubbed his hands and thought a moment. “Lieutenant is fine.”
“Peter!” Rina chastised.
“It’s my title.”
“Maybe a little less formal, Daddy?”
“No problem.” He threw his arm around my fiancé’s shoulder. “Koby, my man … you can call me Loo.”