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wordlessly until the old man finally spoke:

      “You slept at Rina Miriam’s house,” he said, quietly.

      The old guy had eyes behind his head.

      “She slept on the couch,” answered Decker.

      The Rosh Yeshiva’s voice hardened. “Do you think for one moment I had assumed that you had slept with her?”

      Decker said nothing.

      “And because you didn’t, do you expect praise?”

      The detective remained silent.

      “If you were just a gentile converting to please the woman he loved, I would have never started with you, Peter. Never! But that’s not the case. You’re a biological Jew who has had his heritage ripped away from him by a quirk of fate. I checked into your adoption, Peter. Your birth mother had arranged for you to go to a Jewish family, but there was a bureaucratic snafu and you were placed in the wrong agency.”

      “It was the right agency,” Decker said harshly. “I have terrific parents.”

      “I’m sure you do,” Schulman answered. “And they did a wonderful job raising you. But that’s not the point.”

      Decker waited for the old man to continue.

      “Four months ago you came to me, saying you were interested in finding out about Judaism. Yes, Rina was the catalyst, but you told me it went deeper than that, and I believed you. Now I wonder about your sincerity, if maybe you weren’t snowing me just to get to Rina.”

      “That’s not true.”

      “Perhaps. But even if that were the case, I wouldn’t have acted any differently. I was anxious for you to discover your roots, even if it meant hardening my ears to gossip. After all, to the world, you have not officially converted and you are still a gentile. I say nothing as you openly court a religious woman on the yeshiva’s premises. But your actions of last night! You’ve gone too far!”

      “Look, Rabbi. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you by sleeping over at Rina’s house. It won’t happen again. I told her that, too. Sometimes my work affects me and makes me do impulsive things.”

      Schulman’s face remained stony.

      “You’re not the only person with enormous responsibilities, Peter. You’re not the only person who has come into contact with the worst elements of human nature. And you’re not the only person to have suffered pain. The dilemma you face is how best to cope with adversity, and you need help, my friend. You need guidance and you need comfort.”

      The old man’s eyes turned to fire. He took out a pocket siddur and slapped it on Decker’s chest.

      “This is where you find comfort! This is where you find guidance! You open your heart; you beseech Hashem to give you the strength and understanding to make it through another day, for He alone can give you peace. Hakadosh Baruch Hu! Hashem. Not a woman who will pat you on the hand and say ‘there, there,’ comforting you as she would a child who’s skinned a knee.”

      “I tried praying—”

      “You didn’t try hard enough!”

      “Sometimes you need more!”

      “And you expect to find relief for your soul in the arms of a woman? Or worse, from a bottle?”

      The words tore through Decker. Rina had betrayed him. He had come to her for solace and she had turned his pain into a matter for public scrutiny.

      “She told you,” he said bitterly.

      “She’s conscious of the reputation of our institution.”

      “Well, now I know where her loyalties lie.”

      “Loyalties!” The old man blew smoke out the window. “You have no faith in Hashem. You can’t possibly have faith in human beings—even those you love. Do you honestly think that Rina Miriam called me up and told me you arrived at her house drunk? She phoned and told me that you had come to her, agitated and sick, and she was going to put you up for the night. I told her it was inappropriate for her to do so and I’d come get you. And do you know what she said?”

      Decker didn’t speak.

      “She said, ‘Absolutely not. He’s going to stay here. If my decision has shamed you, I’ll move from the premises, but he’s sick, he’s sleeping, and I don’t want him moved!’ Do you know what she was really saying?” Schulman said fiercely. “‘I’d rather shame myself than shame him before your eyes, Rav Schulman.’

      “At that instant …” Schulman held up his index finger. “At that instant I knew you were drunk, for it’s no shame to see a sick person, is it? In fact, it’s a good deed to care for the sick, and she of all people wouldn’t deny me any opportunity to fulfill a mitzvah.”

      The rabbi crushed his cigarette with his bare hand and threw it in the ashtray.

      “Rina erred by getting involved with you in the first place. No matter how nice and understanding you were during that horrible time, the bottom line is you were a gentile. That’s it! Until you became a Torah Jew, she should have refused to see you. But she chose differently, and now she pays for her decision. I hear and see things, Peter. She puts up with daily ridicule, constant pressure from her parents and friends. She does it because she loves you and because she believed you when you told her you wanted to convert. Last night you placed her in a compromising situation. Her ethics were bound to be scrutinized by prying eyes. She chose your honor over hers. She’s an eishes chayil—a woman of valor. She’s too good for you.”

      Decker swallowed back a dry lump in his throat.

      “I never said she wasn’t.”

      His answer didn’t seem to please the rabbi. He asked to be taken back. Decker turned the car around and headed toward the yeshiva in silence. He pulled the Plymouth into the parking area and shut the motor. They sat in the dark for a moment, listening to the nighttime sounds. The sky was clear, moonbeams peeking through the branches of oak and eucalyptus.

      The rabbi turned to face him.

      “You can either wallow in self-pity or you can do better.” His voice had softened. He placed a firm hand on Decker’s shoulder and said, “The choice is yours, my friend.”

      18

      “You’re not working today?” Rina asked as she opened the door.

      “I took the day off.” Decker stepped inside.

      He looked angry, she thought. His jaw was clenched and his pulse throbbed in the veins at his temples. She tried to make eye contact, but he was averting his gaze.

      “What’s wrong?” she asked.

      “Why did you tell Rabbi Schulman I was here the other night?”

      “I had to.”

      “You had to?” he mocked. “Some little gremlin picked up your finger and forced you to dial his number?”

      “Peter, I’m a single woman living on the grounds of a yeshiva. I have a responsibility to uphold a certain standard of conduct.”

      “What happened two nights ago was strictly between you and me, Rina. It wasn’t anybody else’s damn business.”

      “It is if I’m living under a certain set of rules—”

      “Funny you should mention that. I seem to remember a certain scramble on the floor where rules didn’t count too much.”

      She blushed a deep rose.

      “That was a rotten thing to say.”

      “Did I go and report you to the rabbi? Little Rina Lazarus was a very naughty little girl today—”

      “Stop it!”

      “How

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