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empty silence swallowed him. Would death be like this?
    â€œAre you okay, honey?” his mother asked.
    He startled. Why hadn’t he heard her approach? Did he fall asleep again? He wheezed out, “Fine.”
    She bit her lip. They all knew he wasn’t fine. He yanked his cuff over the new coffee-brown blotch of melanoma that disfigured his left wrist.
    â€œWe can wait as long as you need to.” She plunked down next to him. “I wonder why they call it the Snake’s Path? I haven’t seen a single snake.”
    She spoke to his chin. His parents rarely made eye contact with him anymore. When they did, they cried. It had been like that throughout the last two years of surgeries, chemotherapy, and radiation—and now through his relapse.
    Maybe they’d finally look him in the face when he lay in his coffin.
    â€œToo hot for snakes.” He hated how out of breath he sounded.
    â€œThey’d be snake steaks.” She took a long drink from her water bottle. “Sun-broiled and ready to eat. Just like us.”
    His father trotted up. “Everything all right?”
    â€œI’m just taking a break,” his mother lied, covering for him. She wet her handkerchief and handed it to Tommy. “I got tired.”
    Tommy wanted to correct her, to tell the truth, but he was too exhausted. He wiped the cloth across his face.
    His father started talking, like he always did when he was nervous. “We’re close now. Just a few more yards, and we’ll see the fortress. The actual fortress of Masada. Try to picture it.”
    Obediently, Tommy closed his eyes. He pictured a swimming pool. Blue and cool and smelling like chlorine.
    â€œTen thousand Roman soldiers are camped out all around here in tents. Soldiers with swords and shields wait in the sun. They close off any escape route, try to starve out the nine hundred men, women, and children up there on the plateau.” His father talked faster, excited. “But the rebels stand firm until the end. Even after. They never give up.”
    Tommy tugged his hat down on his bald head and squinted up at him. “They offed themselves in the end, Dad.”
    â€œNo.” His father spoke passionately. “The Jews here decided to die as free men, rather than fall to the mercy of the Romans. They didn’t kill themselves in surrender. They chose their own fate. Choices like that determine the kind of man you are.”
    Tommy picked up a hot stone and tossed it down the trail. It bounced, then vanished over the edge. What would his father do if he really chose his own fate? If he offed himself instead of being a slave to the cancer. He didn’t think his father would sound so proud of that.
    He studied his father’s face. People had often said they looked alike: same thick black hair, same easy smile. After chemo stole his hair, no one said that anymore. He wondered if he would have grown up to look like him.
    â€œReady to go again?” His father hitched his pack higher on his shoulder.
    His mother gave his father the evil eye. “We can wait.”
    â€œI didn’t say we had to go,” his father said. “I was just asking—”
    â€œYou bet.” Tommy stood up to keep his parents from arguing.
    Eyes on the trail, he dragged forward. One tan hiking boot in front of the other. Soon he’d be up top, and his parents would get their moment with him at the fort. That was why he had agreed to this trip, to this long climb—because it would give them something to remember. Even if they weren’t ready to admit it, they wouldn’t have many more memories of him. He wanted to make them good ones.
    He counted his steps. That was how you got through tough things. You counted. Once you said “one,” then you knew “two” was coming, and “three” right after that. He got to twenty-eight before the path leveled out.
    He had reached the summit. Sure, his lungs