“Amen,” he said.
Outside, his father closed the book and headed down King George Street. Lemmy followed him into a small market of wooden stalls piled with shining oranges, grapefruit and lemons, dried Lebanese figs, apricots, carob, prunes, and dates. Glass-fronted counters held blocks of sesame halvah, chocolate dotted with nuts, and peanuts in dried honey. Flies swarmed the stalls while vendors lauded their goods. He followed his father along the open sacks of herbs and spices and ground exotic roots. The sights and sweet aroma made him salivate.
Beyond the market, they passed through a narrow walkway into an enclosed courtyard that stunk of urine. A beggar in a hooded cloak sat by a swinging door, his legs interwoven, his eyes behind sunshades. He swayed slowly, murmuring Psalms from memory. Lemmy wondered if the beggar was blind.
Rabbi Gerster put the brown book in the beggar’s lap and entered into the public restroom, beckoning Lemmy to follow. The narrow, rectangular room was poorly lit and damp. A dozen or so urinals lined the wall.
When Lemmy stepped outside, the beggar was in the same position. Rabbi Gerster dropped a coin in his cup, picked up the book, and kissed it as one did with sacred books.
E lie Weiss continued reciting Psalms long enough for Abraham and his son to be halfway back to Meah Shearim. The swinging door let out bursts of stench, and he tried to breathe through his mouth. He stood up, the cloak loose on his gaunt body. It was heavy and itchy, and he longed to lower the hood. The cup was filled with coins. He emptied it into the pocket of his cloak and walked through the passageway to King George Street.
The gray Citroen Deux Chevaux was parked in a side street of four-story apartment buildings. A group of kids stopped playing ball when they saw him. He slumped behind the steering wheel, pulled back the hood, and scratched his bald head until the itching eased. He took off the sunglasses and lit a Lucky Strike, holding the smoke inside for as long as he could, and read the note that Abraham had hidden inside the book:
1. A demonstration will take place Saturday PM. I can’t hold them back without raising suspicion. Tell Major Buskilah to look for a redhead named Dan. No broken bones, but make him bloody and keep him locked up for a few days.
2. Abortion is a black-and-white issue under Jewish law. I have to voice the loudest protest or they’ll notice a discrepancy and question my judgment. If the law passes Second Call in the Knesset, expect intense protests.
3. Money is running short. Increase is essential to maintain dependency.
4. About Tanya: Her appearance was a shock. I’m happy she’s alive, but ache to be with her. I made up my mind that, once my son marries, I’ll start transitioning to him. He’ll be able to assume the leadership within 2–3 years. Then I want out. Tell Tanya to wait for me!
Elie placed the note on the passenger seat. The situation presented a delicate challenge. If Tanya knew that Abraham decided to join her, yet his freedom depended on his son’s staying in-and leading! — Neturay Karta, she would call off the deal. But Abraham was fooling himself. That boy was already lost to fundamentalism. In a contest between 3,000 years of glorious Jewish heritage and the beauty of Tanya Galinski, there was no question who would win Jerusalem Gerster’s soul.
He turned on the ignition, and the car shuddered before it coughed out a blue cloud and rumbled up the narrow street. The kids in the rearview mirror watched as he made a left turn onto King George Street and headed to Rehavia.
Chapter 14
It took them an hour to walk back to Meah Shearim. Lemmy carried the sack of clothes on his shoulder, keeping pace with his father. They spoke of the Talmud page Lemmy was studying with Benjamin, involving a dispute between two men who found a prayer shawl in the street. “What’s the logic,” Rabbi Gerster asked, “of giving them both equal ownership shares? They can’t split the tallis in half, right?”
“Maybe it’s a metaphor.”
“For what?”
“A person?”
“What kind of a person?”
“A child?”
Rabbi Gerster nodded. “Explain.”
“A baby is like a sacred thing, a gift from God to two people. But as with a prayer shawl, a child cannot be divided in two. The parents must enjoy the child in partnership.”
“Or have more children?”
“Right.” He glanced at his father.
“Are you worried about your mother?”
Lemmy nodded.
“You shouldn’t worry. These things are in God’s hand.”
“She’s very sad.”
Rabbi Gerster was quiet for a moment. “My Temimah is a righteous woman. The Master of the Universe is not giving her more children, and we accept His judgment. We shall continue to pray that He grants her renewed fertility and more children.”
“Amen.”
“Or grandchildren.”
Lemmy didn’t say Amen to that. Fortunately, they had arrived back at the synagogue, which welcomed them with the noise of Talmudic arguments and the sting of cigarette smoke. Rabbi Gerster walked down the aisle to his elevated seat up front, and Lemmy headed to the rear. He threw the sack on the floor by the bench.
Benjamin asked, “Anything for sale?”
“Your mother’s underwear.”
“ Shush!” Benjamin laughed. “You’re disgusting!”
“Let’s study.”
They began reading the Talmud page. All around, men argued with each other. Some sat, some stood, swaying back and forth in a meditative motion. A few still wore their tefillin, and those who were married also had their prayer shawls draped around their shoulders, fringes darting about.
The crystal chandelier hung above the bimah, the center dais, like a giant cluster of glassy stars. It was the only item of splendor in Meah Shearim, a community sewn together with threads of frugality and modesty. Lemmy had heard the story many times, how his father had appeared one day with a horse-drawn cart. It took seven men to unload, and when Rabbi Gerster pried open the crate, each of the tiny crystal leaves was individually wrapped in vinegar-soaked cotton. Nothing like that had ever been seen in Neturay Karta, and a debate erupted on whether such extravagance should be allowed. But Rabbi Gerster explained that the chandelier had once hung in his father’s synagogue in the eastern reaches of Germany. The elders of Neturay Karta decided that the chandelier was a Holocaust survivor from an extinct Jewish congregation, just like Abraham Gerster himself, and therefore should be accepted. And so, as it had once lit the faithful faces of Jews in Germany, it was shining again in Jerusalem-but only on Sabbath and holidays. On regular days, its tiny leaves merely glittered in the natural rays of the sun or the long fluorescent lamps that lined the ceiling.
The men prepared for Rabbi Gerster’s lecture by analyzing the designated page of Talmud, debating each point with their study companion. Lemmy’s Talmud volume was open before him on the slanted shelf attached to the back of the next bench.
Benjamin stood, embracing a Talmud volume to his chest, his face creased in concentration. “Two men hold a prayer shawl,” he recited. “David says, I found it, it’s mine. Jonathan says, I found it, it’s mine. Each will swear that he owns at least half, and they will share it.”
Lemmy threw his hands up. “One of them must be lying, which makes the solution unjust! The truthful owner is losing half of his property.”
“But they’re both honest!” Benjamin raised his voice over the noise of the surrounding scholars. “They’re two pedestrians who simultaneously noticed a tallis lost in the street. They grabbed it at the same time, and each of them honestly believes he was the first to reach it. Partition is fair!”
“Fair, but impractical. How do you share a prayer shawl? Alternate days?”
“Maybe.”
“It’s too simplistic,” Lemmy said. “Talmud must have another layer of meaning here.” He leaned over the page. His fingers followed the lines of text. The aging, wrinkled page felt coarse. This was only one out of thousands of pages in many volumes of Talmud, written down by the sages in the Babylonian exile more than a thousand years ago. The main text appeared in the center of each page, discussing sins and good deeds, prayers, holidays, repentance, business rules and ethical theories, and even astronomy and geography, governance of the kingdom, and trade with the Gentiles. Printed in the margins were notations of later scholars.