Emily hovered outside the dining room, just around the door. She could see that everyone was inside already, all the old folks ready to start the Second Seder—Mackie, Blima and Moshe, all together, and then, off to one side, Sonja and Doran, standing close again. They looked the same, Emily thought vaguely, but it must just be the way the candlelight was flicking shadows in their hair. They were keeping secrets from her, all of them, it seemed. She’d find it out though, whatever was hidden.
“I noticed this before,” said Blima. “It’s a name at my spot at the table, but it’s not my name.”
Emily moved to walk inside, to correct her grandmother, explain the name cards, but Jonah touched her arm and she was moving behind the door. “I’m not ready to go in yet,” he said.
“This is a new game,”
