When my guest arrived for another three-day visit, I had no illusions of indulging in quality time
HE arrived as he usually does, very late at night. Somewhere in my sleep, I hear the front door opening, and I glance at the clock: three a.m. When I awake fully, in the morning, I hear him downstairs on a Zoom call, speaking to someone in Israel.
He is an Israel-America commuter, and he always stays with me when he comes in, as Passaic is quite centrally located; Manhattan is close by, and so are most other Jewish neighborhoods. He comes in on Sunday and is always careful to be home for Shabbos.
He is a low-maintenance guest, never around for meals, and I never have to make awkward small talk with him, as I rarely see him. When I leave for shul in the morning, he has invariably already left for a morning meeting in the Five Towns or Brooklyn.
In fact, I often forget when my guest from Eretz Yisrael is in my home.
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