Jared met Shai behind a pile of stuffed animals. Shai put a finger to his lips, as if to say, “Shhhh,” and the two of them began giggling.
“Where do you want to eat?” asked Jared.
“Let’s find somewhere to sit,” said Shai, tapping his backpack. “I’ve got leftover latkes.”
“Yum,” said Jared, remembering the Hanukkah meal from two days before.
They headed to Bryant Park and found a spare bench, where Shai cracked open a large Tupperware container piled high with still-warm latkes.
“Probably the best lunch ever,” said Jared, gobbling up the greasy goodness, then licking his fingers.
“My mother said she liked you,” confessed Shai. “She said you were polite and well-mannered.”
“Did she?” Jared laughed.
“As polite and well-mannered as a bad Jew can be,” said Shai, sending Jared into more
