The rabbi smiled. “I suppose it shows that it takes age and experience and the wisdom of maturity to be fooled. What’s he going to do now? Go back to New York?”
“No. He likes it on the island and wants to stay until Thanksgiving when the job will be about finished. His mother is due back about then, and he thought he’d wait until she got back to the States. By the way, he asked to he remembered to you. He’s coming in with the Hegertys for the weekend and wondered if you’d be willing to see him.”
“I’d like to very much. He’s coming in Friday? Saturday?”
“Friday afternoon, Tom Hegerty said.”
“Maybe he’d like to come to Friday night dinner,” suggested Miriam.
“I’m sure he’d enjoy that,” said Lanigan. “I’ll tell him.”
“It was Ben Segal who put me on to him,” said the rabbi. “How about inviting the Segals, too, Miriam?”
“Fine. I’ll call them,” she said. “I’m sure they’d appreciate a home-cooked meal.”
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The letter came in Tuesday’s mail. The Rabbi opened it and read, “Dear Rabbi Small: This is to notify you that the board of directors have voted to renew …”
Miriam, having heard the postman’s ring, came in from the kitchen. “Anything?” she asked.
“Nothing much.” And he held the letter out to her.
She tried not to show her relief and pleasure as she read. She even managed to sound cross as she said, “They certainly took their time about it.” Then she laughed, “Oh, David, I’m so glad.”
He grinned at her. “See, and I didn’t have to do a darn thing either.”
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