Monday the rabbi took off [antikvár]

FROM the sofa in the living room where she was immersed in the Sunday paper, Miriam heard the door between the breezeway and the kitchen open and close. She called out, "David?" and when her husband came into the room, "Mr. Raymond called just after you left. It sounded important."Rabbi David Small nodded, rubbing his hands from the cold. He crossed the room to stand in front of the radiator. "I saw him at the temple.""You didn't wear your coat?" she said."I just had to walk from the car to the vestry door of the temple.""And you've been having colds all winter.""Just one cold"Although in good health. Rabbi Small was thin and pale and had a kind of nearsighted, scholarly stoop which made him seem older than his thirty-five years. His mother was always urging Miriam to coax him to eat."But it's lasted all winter. Was it about the contract he wanted to see you?"He shook his head. "No, it was to tell me that the board had voted not to hold the congregational Seder this coming Passover,"She could see that he was disturbed. "But it's not far four months yet.""Four and a half months," he corrected her. "But there's nothing like being beforehand. He told me so that as superintendent of the religious school I could inform the principal not to start coaching the children 5