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mattress and ran his hands across his face. The room was illuminated by a single sixty-watt table lamp that rested on the floor. The nightstand clock read six-fifty-two.
    Rina sat next to him.
    “Peter, you’re scaring the daylights out of me. What on earth is wrong? Did this massive dose of religion give you an anxiety attack or something?”
    “Something.”
    “Please, Peter,” Rina begged. “I deserve better than this—”
    “What did you tell them?” Decker broke in.
    “What?”
    “What excuse did you make up for me when I stormed out of the house?”
    “Something about your daughter…something you forgot to do for her.”
    “Cindy’s a good excuse,” Decker said. “Much better than the one I’d concocted.”
    Rina suddenly burst into tears. “We shouldn’t have come out here. I should have told them no.”
    “Rina—”
    “It’s all my fault,” she sobbed.
    Decker put his arm around her and drew her near. “No, it’s not.”
    “Yes, it—”
    “It has nothing to do with religion,” Decker said. “It’s…” He stood, couldn’t even pace in a room this small. He said, “How are we going to sleep if we can’t turn the light off?”
    “It’s on a timer,” Rina said.
    Decker sat back down, stretched out on the bed, and buried his face in the blanket.
    “You’re not going to tell me, are you?” Rina said.
    He picked up his head, then sat up straight. “You’re right. You deserve better.” He said, “This afternoon. You were talking to a woman in the kitchen…”
    “Yes?”
    “She’s Frieda Levine, your mother-in-law’s best friend?”
    “Yes. So what?”
    He sucked in his breath. “She’s my mother.”
    It took Rina a moment to assimilate what he was saying. She could only respond with a breathy what? Then she added a whispered oh my God .
    “You said it,” Decker said.
    “You’re sure—”
    “Positive,” Decker said. “Faces are my business.”
    Rina was struggling to find something to say, but all words had eluded her. All she could think of was that Peter didn’t look a thing like Frieda Levine. And she knew that was the wrong thing to say, so she remained silent.
    Decker couldn’t sit any longer. He stood up and ran down the stairway, fully intending to run out the door. But he surprised himself and instead just paced the living-room carpet, further trampling the green-shag piling. The room was hot and bright, the crystal pieces giving off shards of color that splashed rainbows on the wall. As if that wasn’t enough, an illuminated three-tiered chandelier made a glitter dome out of the dining room. He felt as if he’d stepped inside a heat-resistant ice palace. He longed to sweep his arm across the tables, smash what was whole and watch it crumble to dust. His sense of self, shattered. All of it a facade. He spied Rina sitting on a couch, she looking as sick as he felt, and he turned to her.
    “What the hell am I going to do?”
    “I…” Rina sighed. “I don’t know.”
    Decker said, “Rina, I look just like my father—the imageof the man down to the coloring. The woman is going to take one look at me, start doing a little mental arithmetic, and faint.” He kept pacing. “Dear God, why did I ever come here? I knew she lived in New York. I knew she was an Orthodox Jew but I never ever considered the possibility of meeting up with her. Never! God, there are tens of thousands of Orthodox Jews in this city.”
    “There are,” Rina said. “But we tend to live in concentrated areas. Peter, why didn’t you tell me your mother was from Boro Park?”
    “My mother is from Gainesville, Florida—”
    “You know what I mean.”
    Decker forced himself to slow down. “Rina, I didn’t know that this Frieda person lived in Boro Park. The adoption papers said she was fifteen, Jewish, born in New York and that was it . As I investigated a little further, I discovered she was still living in New York and was married with five kids. I didn’t even know where