"Well, we're home," Eric said, pulling up into the Camden driveway.

"Thanks for driving me to the hospital, Dad," Lucy said, leaning over to kiss her father on the cheek.

"No problem, Luce," Eric replied, patting his daughter's hand comfortingly.

Lucy smiled and got out of the car, followed by her father who waved to Lucy and went into the house.

Inside, Eric found a young man sitting at the kitchen counter.

"Mr. Camden," the boy stood up. "Hi."

Eric paused, a puzzled look on his face. "Hello," he said. "Are you…Simon's friend?"

"Yeah, yeah I am. But I was actually here to see you. Can we talk?"

Eric nodded and opened the door to his office. "Of course, of course, why don't you come i-" Eric broke off, seeing a man sitting in the comfortable leather chair, just opposite his desk. "Actually, I-it seems that I have someone here already. Maybe later?"

Martin nodded. "Sure. I'll just…wait out here."
Eric shook his head. "No-no need to wait for me. You go find Simon. Maybe help him pack?"

"Okay, I'll do that."
Eric smiled and closed the sliding doors before turning to the man in front of him. "Richard?!"

The man in the chair looked up, a days worth of stubble coating his normally smooth cheeks, his brown hair a mess and his eyes slightly wild. "Ahh, hello Eric," Rabbi Glass said, standing up to shake his friend's hand.

"How are you Richard?" Eric said, taking in his friend's disheveled appearance. He knew from experience that Rabbi Glass would get to the point of his coming when he was ready; not before, not after.

Richard sat down again in the chair opposite Eric and put his head in his hands before answering. "Oh, I'm fine Eric, just fine. The congregation is flourishing and everything's going well, what about with you?"

Eric shook his head. "Oh everything's good. Simon's going away to college today, Lucy had a scare with her husband in the hospital, but other than that, things are good."

"So Annie and the rest of the kids are good?"

Eric nodded. "Yes, everyone's good. What about Rosina?"

Richard shrugged. "Oh, I suppose she's all right, I mean, I think she is."
"You think?"

"Rosina and I are splitting up!" Rabbi Glass burst out.

Eric sat back, surprised. "You? And Rosina? You're splitting up? Why?"
"Nu, why not? I mean, obviously she's tired of being a rabbi's wife, she's aiming higher now."

"Higher?" Eric was confused.

"I saw her kissing my cantor!" Rabbi Glass' tone was anguished. "My wife and my cantor! Do you know how hard it is to find a good cantor these days?!"

"Are you sure?" Eric leaned forward in his chair, across the desk.

"Am I sure what? That it's hard to find a good cantor? Oh I know it is. Why my friend in Chicago, he just lost his cantor and he has been searching now for months! Oi vey, the troubles he has had. And now this? Oi, my Rosinaleh, I thought that she loved me, I thought that she would be my Kalah, my bride, forever!"

Eric sighed and put his head in his hands. This was going to be a long afternoon.