Sunday the Rabbi Stayed Home

Chapter Thirty-Eight

All right, so it started to rain and you ran up to the house.” said the rabbi, “and then what happened?”

“Well.” said Bill Jacobs, “at first we tried to take shelter under the eaves—there was no porch—but it started to thunder and lightning, and the girls got frightened. It was awfully close. You can tell by how soon the thunder follows the lightning. You count—”

“I know how it’s done.”

“Yeah, well, so Moose suggested we go inside.”

“It was Moose’s suggestion? You’re sure?”

“That’s right.” said Didi. “I remember one of the boys—I think it was Adam Sussman—asking how we were going to get in, and Moose in that very superior way of his said he’d show us. He puts the palms of his hands against the windowpane, and he sort of rotates it, and that causes the catch to loosen. Then with something thin and stiff—a little plastic ruler he had—you can stick it up between the window sashes and push it back.” She demonstrated the technique.

“But weren’t you worried about being seen?”

“Well, there’s only this other house where this guy Begg lives, the one that notified the police, I understand.” said Bill, “and Moose was sure he wouldn’t bother us.”

“Then one of you climbed in and let the others in—”

“Adam Sussman. He was the smallest and the lightest. The girls refused.”

“You are talking about the window in the rear and the back door, right?”

“That’s right.”

“But you all went into the living room, which is in front of the house. Why was that?”

“We didn’t want to put on a light. Rabbi, and that room got some illumination from the streetlamp across the way. Besides. I guess that was the one room that had plenty of chairs.”

“And you all stayed together in that room?”

“More or less. There was some wandering around when we first came in, and a little later a couple of people went looking for the John, but mostly we just stayed in the living room, all except Moose, of course.”

“Why do you say ‘of course’?”

“Because he came back with this bottle of whisky. So I guess he’d done some exploring.”

“How much was in it? I mean, was it a full bottle?”

“Oh, it was full all right. He had to take the seal off to open it. And he offered it around first, but none of us took any, so he drank it down same as he did the beer down at the beach—showing off.”

“And then?”

“Then he started to act up.”

“What do you mean by that, Bill?”

“Oh, he was sort of chasing after the girls, especially

Betty Marks and Didi here.”

“And what did the rest of you do?”

Jacobs reddened. “Well, he was pretty drunk. I mean, he couldn’t catch them or anything like that, so I guess we thought it was funny. Once or twice we told him to cut it out and sit down, but most of the time we were laughing. You weren’t bothered, were you. Didi?”

She shook her head.

“Then it suddenly hit him, and he got all red and just sat down. He was sweating, and he looked terrible. So I suggested he lie down for a while. I guess he thought it was a good idea, because he tried to get up. Then he just sat down again, so I helped him up, and me and Adam tried to walk him to this room I had noticed off the hall. But Moose is—was—I mean, Adam is pretty small, and Moose was a big guy. So I called to this guy Jenkins, the colored fellow, and the three of us got him into that room and laid him on the couch.”

“I see.”

“When we laid him down, he saw Jenkins and he started in on him again—you know, calling him names and saying things like he didn’t need no help from no goddam nigger—that kind of thing. He was throwing himself around and trying to get up. The couch had this big sheet of plastic draped over it, like the rest of the furniture, so I suggested we wrap it around him. And almost immediately he fell off to sleep.”

“How do you know he was asleep?” the rabbi demanded sharply.

“Because he was snoring.”

“All right. Then you went back to the living room?”

“That’s right. And then Stu came along.”

“And then you came back to get Moose?”

“That’s right,” said Bill. “We went into the room where we had left him. I had the flashlight—” He paused and licked his lips. He looked questioningly at Stu and Didi.

“Go ahead.” said Stu hoarsely. “Tell it all.”