calculations. He works very hard on each problem, and finally we compare
answers. Andreiâs smart. He gets nine out of ten right, without peeking. After that, Andrei begins to talk to me in his funny provincial accent, and I smile but I make sure not to laugh. I notice his eyes are very blue. His hair is coarse and the color of wheat.
âBack homeââAndrei speaks slowly, struggling to pronounce each word the way we do in Bucharestââwe used to go to church every Sunday, but we havenât done that since weâve arrived here. I really miss it. Where do you go?â
âWe donât,â I confide.
âYou donât go to church? What are you, a kike?â
âI donât know what a âkikeâ is,â I tell him, but Iâm sure that itâs a bad word. I once saw Tata get red in the face after seeing a man spit on the ground and call another man a âkike.â
Andrei just stares at me as if Iâm the one who moved to Bucharest from the provinces, but he doesnât offer an explanation.
âIâve never been to a church, but I once saw a baby boy baptized in the monastery yard up in the country where my mother and I spent the summer,â I tell him, trying to prove that Iâm not completely ignorant. âThe priest wore a giant silver cross and a tall black hat. He looked like a chimney sweep with a beard.â I giggle, but Andrei isnât laughing, so I continue quickly. âHe held the baby by his feet and dunked him in well water. The baby started wailing and turned really red. The priest couldnât chant the prayers because the baby was so slippery, he almost wiggled out of his arms.â
Andrei finally laughs, and I am relieved. âYeah, Iâve been to a few baptisms, theyâre all the same,â he says, pausing. âIs it true that they donât approve of religion in Bucharest? My parents told me that I shouldnât talk about our Lord Jesus Christ in school. They say the Party is much stricter about this in the capital. We never
had a problem with it back home.â Andrei lowers his eyes and fidgets with the pencil between his fingers. âPlease donât tell anybody.â
âOh, donât worry, I wonât say a word,â I reassure him. âI know how to keep a secret. Besides, I donât even know who Jesus Christ is. My father doesnât believe in God, and Mama doesnât talk about religion.â
âWhat does your father believe in, then?â
âI donât know.â I shrug. âNothing, I suppose. I think he believes in science and math. Whatâs a kike?â I ask again.
âWhat do you guys do at Christmastime?â
âYou mean, in winter?â
âOf course, thatâs when Christmas happens.â Andrei looks confused.
âWell, Grandpa Yosef always gets a beautiful pine tree. I love the way the house smells when he brings it in. Mama and I make decorations for it. We put cotton balls on a string to make it look like snow, and we wrap colorful paper chains around the tree. Last year, my cousin Mimi gave me three beautiful glass balls, a red, a blue, and a gold. We hung them on the branches. Grandpa gets dressed up in his Santa Claus outfit and pretends that heâs traveling all the way from the North Pole. Then we clip candles onto the branches, thatâs my favorite part, but we have to be very careful and watch the flames so that the tree wonât catch fire. Thatâs it. We blow out the candles and go to bed.â
âYou donât go to church or exchange presents?â Andrei asks.
âNo. The Christmas tree is our present.â
Andreiâs face shows that he doesnât quite understand this. I can tell heâs worried that I might give him away by telling the kids in school that his family is religious, but of course I wonât, since I
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