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The Friday evening, just before the Pesach dinner, the Shul was pretty full. The clans took their seats, Pharoah’s family (missing Pharaoh and Shksa, but with Handpuppet) over in the North East.
The ‘other half’ , that is, Ratty’s family in the South East, with Actress and Buddah, no Old Dawg but some Israelis.
Over there, in the North West, a few of the other old families and newbies, and here in the South West, myself, empty seats, then Sharon, and behind her the Binns, behind them the Hadads.
Vic was in the choir loft, but his wife hadn’t come. Torn Tallit was there was Crazy Tanya. The organist was replaced.
Having spent so many thousands on someone gone so deep into seniality, one expected that when she was gone, she was gone and we would no longer be assaulted by the discordance; but they hired another.
That’s one thing one can count on; the congregations demand for dues they can waste.
Terry had brought someone who would ‘study’ the community.
I was alone as K hadn’t come.
It was cool that Sharon, my once BF would insure that I should not sit with her, which was fine. It was honest. It proved who she was.
I was glad Le Stat had come so we could talk.
Ratty did the sermon, I don’t know what he said, really, sort of wading through my reality, thinking of the first Pesach, when Sharon paid for my ticket, thinking of my last Pesach, with Miriam and K.