“Rabbi Weiner had said. I sat on the plane home from New York and tried to figure out what that meant. If there was some kind of test, I figured I was scoring in the negative numbers. All right, I thought, to be a man must mean that I’m supposed to take responsibility for who I am and what I do. An image flashed through my mind, and once it did, it remained imprinted there like the light from a camera flash: Patrice. Archie’s mom opened the door with her phone tucked under her ear. “Oh, you mu...st be Evan.” I had never met the lady before, so it was strange that she knew my name. What had Archie told her about me? That I was the selfish loser from New York who moved in across the street? “Archie will be so happy to see you,” she went on. “Come on in.” I wondered if I was the only person other than Patrice to visit. “Sure,” I said. “Thanks.” Inside, Archie’s mom pointed down the hall to his room. She then returned to the kitchen, leaving me to take in the living room by myself, which, I have to admit, seriously weirded me out.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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