Part 1.\n1999.\nSometime during his restless fifteenth year…Part 2.\n1889-1890.\nWhen the holy man Rabbi Eliezer ben Zephyr, the Boibiczer Prodigy…Part 3.\nIn no particular hurry, Yosl trudged over to find out what his son was squawking about this time.Part 4.\nThe Boibicz icehouse was a windowless granite grotto dug into the northern slope…Part 5.\nSo it was that, on the morning of the pogrom, Salo was seated on a cabbage crate…Part 1.\nHe emerged from the cottage just as Casimir, a sooty-eyed Polish porter with hair like thatch…Part 2.\n1999.\nFinding an old Jew in the deep freeze did not at first alter Bernie Karp’s routine…Part 3.\nEven had he been able, Bernie would not have known how to respond.Part 4.\nMeanwhile he starved, though occasionally some sympathetic old baba yaga would scuttle forth…Part 5.\nThe peasant screwed up his doughy features thoughtfully; here was a language he understood.Part 1.\nThey were wed on the roadside beneath the tattered canopy of Salo’s prayer shawl…Part 2.\nFor her part Basha Puah fulminated against their lot with every breath she took…Part 3.\nBut the truth was that, while the marital mattress sagged between its creaking slats to the earthen floor…Part 4.\nBetween working and dreaming, Salo was unaware of his sons’ political activities.Part 5.\n“Elected to what?” the girl had replied, brushing crumbs from her father’s beard…Part 1.\nThese were the dog days of the month of Tammuz…Part 2.\nThe Feuchtwanger clan, about to depart for America, would soon be vacating…Part 3.\nBut although Jocheved humored her mother, she dismissed her warnings…Part 4.\n1999. The evening after their return from Las Vegas, Mrs. Karp served a dish of meatloaf…Part 5.\nMrs. Karp raised a tweezered brow, let it drop, and resettled herself on her chaise…Part 1.\nBernie, too, was greatly relieved, feeling that he now had a license to continue his sub rosa relationship…Part 2.\nNothing in his listless history (or anyone else’s he knew of) had prepared him for such an event…Part 3.\nSuch questions and a score of others Bernie was hard put to answer; the permissiveness of his culture…Part 1.\nBut having admitted that televised fare fell short of the spiritual reaches of his once glorious meditative flights…Part 2.\nNever more than a mediocre student, unmotivated and lazy, Bernie was becoming daily more driven…Part 3.\n"Miss Ribalow here says you want to check out the Zohar?"Part 1.\nHe bade the boy to sit on the carpet between him and the TV…Part 2.\nHe was told of the true significance of Torah, which had spawned the seraphim.Part 3.\nCame the evening meal when Mr. Karp asked his son if he knew anything about certain books…Part 4.\nOscillating between horror and disbelief, Mr. Karp turned again to his son….Part 5.\nThe pain spread until it was general throughout her body…Part 1.\nBut that was sometime after Jocheved had woken from the nightmare…Part 2.\nThough her mama’s own manifest determination to do the same made her reasoning seem somehow redundant…Part 3.\nHer first outing after having risen from her convalescent cot was to attend her mother’s funeral.Part 4.\nWithout a word—had they ever exchanged a word?—the hag took in the situation.Part 5.\nBut these questions, rather than overwhelm her, seemed to pose a merely abstract problem…Part 1.\nAgitated, the girl nevertheless managed to keep Max’s sober façade from cracking apart.Part 2.\n“Wait a minute!” Pisgat shouted. “What’s a matter, you never heard from negotiation? Part 3.\n1999.\nBernie was beside himself with relief at the rabbi’s homecoming…Part 4.\n“Oh,” replied Mr. Karp. “I thought you might have something really ambitious in mind.” Part 5.\n“Julius,” began the rabbi. “May I call you Julius?” His ingratiating air fooled no one.Part 1.\nYou couldn’t have called it eavesdropping, since Bernie was standing by the open French doors…Part 2.\nBernie felt himself begin to shudder and grow dizzy at the sight…Part 3.\nThere were framed testimonials from satisfied customers on the paneled walls…Part 4.\nThe low-ceilinged room on the other side, most likely a former dance studio, was surrounded by mirrors.Part 5.\nThe rabbi rewarded their grateful indulgence with intimate touches…Steve Stern, winner of the National Jewish Book award, is the author of several previous novels and novellas. He teaches at Skidmore College in upstate New York.Paul Rogers studied at Art Center College in Pasadena, where he now teaches. He has illustrated two books for children and their parents, Jazz ABZ by Wynton Marsalis and Forever Young by Bob Dylan.Steve Stern, winner of the National Jewish Book award, teaches at Skidmore College in upstate New York.