Chapter 5“I can do another. Let’s do another.” A tap of glass against wood. “Hey, hey, another round for me and my friend here!”
Gently, Mister Mo placed his hand on Jude’s shoulder.
“Bud,” he said softly, “are you sure this is such a good idea?”
Jude swayed on his bar stool, struggling to turn to the other man to offer him what he hoped was a quizzical but humorous expression of confusion. In truth, however, he was incapable of such a thing. After the meeting at the school, he had drove the truck back, Marta in the passenger seat, Rowan looking defiant in the passenger seat, head held high like a…like a…what was that thing Lenny Bruce had once said? Like a fighting Jew.
He had laughed then, even despite his misery, about being the only non-Jew in a Jewish family, a Jewish family that
