and there will be people in the smoking section, way on the other side of the restaurant, puffing away. The smoke doesnât know where the smoking section ends, though, and floats over to us. Then my dad will ask me, really loudly, âIs someone smoking in here?â He canât turn his body well to see, so he says louder, sniffing, âJoel, I canât see. Whatâs that smell? It sure smells like someoneâs smoking!â
Itâs kind of embarrassing to meâbut much more so to the smokers. One by one, they all end up putting out their cigarettes.
âSo?â said Cantor Grubnitz when he came back. âWhy are you just sitting there? You should be studying.â
âI
have
studied. A lot,â I said. That was true.
âWeâll see. Start from the beginning.â
âOkay. But first, can I ask a question?â
âWhat is it?â
âWell, I was thinking about praying.â
âPraying?
You
were thinking about praying?â
âYes. And wondering, well, if you could . . . um, pray for something.â
âPray for something?â Cantor Grubnitz was getting impatient, which was just a notch away from mad. âAnd what is it you think is so important that I should bother God?â
His gorgle was starting to throb and I still wasnât sure how to ask.
âWell, itâs . . . um . . .â I realized it was kind of hard to explain. âWell, you see, thereâs . . . my father is having this . . . uh . . . heâs going to be getting some gold . . .â
âGold? You want me to pray for
gold
? No. You donât pray for gold or money or diamonds. Those are wasted prayers. Itâs selfish, taking up Godâs time from all the important work he should be doing. No. You pray for God to accept you for the wretched being you are. Not for gold. Do you understand?â
âWell, um . . . itâs not really . . . you see . . .â
âThis is just your way of stalling, isnât it?â he said. âBecause you havenât studied, have you?â
âNo, really, I have.â
âLetâs hear.â
I opened my booklet and began to chant. It was the best Iâd ever done, but two lines into it, he stopped me.
âIâll tell you what your problem is,â he said. âYouâre tone deaf.â
This evening, my dad was in a bad mood. No matter how excited he says he is about the operation, I think heâs worried, and it came out during dinner.
My dad slurps when he eats. Loudly. Tonight we had turkey soup and his slurping was even louder than usual. It drives my brothers and me crazyâI donât think my momhears itâbut we all react differently. Tonight was classic.
Kenny, who has really good hearing, was clearly getting irritated, and finally said, âDad, could you please try not to slurp so loudly?â
âWhat?â said my dad. âYou want me to slurp quieter?â
âActually, I donât want you to slurp at all,â said Kenny.
There was silence for a minuteâexcept for the slurping, which was no betterâso Kenny said, âCanât you at least try?â
âYou shouldnât tell Dad how to eat,â said Howard. âItâs disrespectful.â
Thatâs what set my dad off. Because even though he doesnât like Kenny telling him how to eat, thereâs something about the way Howard talksâlike heâs the boss of everyoneâthat drives my dad crazy.
âDonât tell Kenny how to talk to me!â said my dad, slurping more soup. âItâs none of your business.â Then to Kenny he said, âAnd I can slurp if I want to. Itâs how I show I enjoy my food.â He slurped another spoonful.
âIâm trying to help you,â said Howard.
âStop slurping!â shouted Kenny.
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