“Eikhah,” Vivienne said, using the Hebrew name for the book of Lamentations. “I remember Jeremiah from cheder.” The jackrabbit’s eyes were focused on her as she spoke. “Eikhah, How, the wail. How could they do this, how could they allow Jerusalem to burn, how can I abide this, how can we bear this as a nation, how, how, how. Tell me, Jack, how can we rent and tear our clothes when the A-bomb takes over the favour? We cannot wail anymore, the world is too much with the kvetching.”
The jackrabbit kissed her cheek.
Vivienne went on, “We’re in the desert. Where is Jeremiah? We studied it, I was just a kid, I mean you’re six, seven, you’re nine years old, what do you know from Jeremiah? The Ketuvim. I’m nine, I’m wailing with Jeremiah about Jerusalem, Shabbos morning at Beth Sholom; Shabbos m
