T he Glenners sat around the Shabbos table trying to conduct the meal. The men sang a few zemiros and spoke about the parshah painfully aware of the two police officers sitting near the phone in the entrance hall.
The butler served dessert on a silver tray but it sat untouched in the center of the table.
Toby finished bentshing and stood. “I’m going upstairs” she said.
Lazer and Moe pushed back their chairs and walked her to the curved staircase. They wished each other Gut Shabbos and the men returned to the dining room.
