Chapter 1
Yosef is quite sure his grandson is trying to give him a heart attack, and if not then it’s his very own son that’s trying to. ”You look very good- Mordi-… but uh- why the military uniform for Purim?”
His grandson(His legacy, his youngest grandchild, the one who will survive) looks up at him and smiles brightly. “$@??!($&)”
And there is something wrong.
Because he is not his grandfather so why is he thinking and narrating his own thoughts as if he is?
Erik takes a deep breath and quietly reaches for a cigarette. “There is something wrong with me”
Horns blare from the street below and Erik uses all his willpower to not look.
He looks anyway.
Religious Jewish men dance in the street with groggers and Erik has to fight off a laugh because the religious men he knew back in Poland and Russia would be appalled to see how American Jews conduct themselves on Purim.
Or maybe not, maybe it is only Erik that’s appalled.
They’re human, below him.
How dare he say that? The same hateful rhetoric but in a different form-!
Erik slaps himself to stop the train of thought because they are not below him!
A painful moment passes with only singing and music to fill Erik’s silence.
For what ever reason the men below begin singing louder and louder, the noise bordering on grating as Erik stands up and walks back into his apartment.