When we arrived at George’s, we ran through the rain to the cover of the overhang by the front door. No one answered the doorbell at first, but finally someone appeared beyond the frosted glass of the door. The door was wrenched open, and we were looking into the face of Joe, George’s other half and not one of my favorite people on the earth.
Upon seeing us he made a grimace of disgust. Then, looking at me with a sudden smirk he reached out and, grabbing my hand, forced it against his crotch. I pulled my hand away irritably, at which he laughed and turned to Zvika.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he said in his usual slightly sarcastic tone. Then, without waiting for an answer, he turned and said, “C’mon in.”
We followed him through the door, Zvika closing it behind us.
“Where’s Geor
