Lemuel gently pries Shirley’s wrists loose from his neck. She grabs his sleeve. “You talk with an accent,” she notes. “I like men who aren’t invited and talk funny. I like men who have two signatures.” When Lemuel jerks his arm free she says urgently, “I could teach you to write your name backwards. Oh, s**t,” she moans as Lemuel backs away. “I never seem to get it right like Rain.”
Lemuel wanders over to the Rebbe, who is talking animatedly with D.J. but breaks off to greet Lemuel. “Hekinah degul. This is your idea of study? On the other hand, who can say there is nothing to be learned about chaos at a fraternity party?”
D.J., absorbed, aims a civil smile at Lemuel over the Rebbe’s head. “Go on about Sodom,” she prompts Nachman.
The Rebbe picks
