This Is Where I Leave You

sorry. You deserved better.”
    “I forgive you.”
    “Really? Just like that?”
    “Yes, just like that.”
    “You still sound angry.”
    “I sound distant. Because I am. Because as much as I appreciate your coming over here, I have spent the last day building a big old wall between you and me, and I’m going to stay back here on my side of it.”
    “I guess I understand that.”
    “It’s nothing personal.”
    We stand there in silence for a moment. I don’t know what I expected.
    “So, the shiva is over?”
    “Yeah. I guess. Tomorrow morning.”
    “Then what?”
    I shake my head. “I don’t really know.”
    “Well, there’s no law against taking your time to figure it out.”
    “I guess not.”
    “Baby steps,” she says, and then grins joylessly. “Sorry. Bad choice of words.”
    “It’s okay.”
    “Well,” Penny says. “We’re back to awkward again, and you know I don’t do awkward. So I’m going to give you a hug...” She steps forward and hugs me. She is warm and light in my arms, and I am filled with a deep sense of regret as her hair tickles my fingers. “And now you should get going.”
    “Good-bye, Penny. I hope I see you again.”
    Her smile is at half strength but somehow genuine. “Take care, Judd Foxman.”

    9:35 p.m.
    I’m walking to my car when I hear footsteps behind me. “Judd.”
    I turn around and she launches herself into my arms, becoming airborne just before impact, squeezing the breath out of me. Her legs wrap around me, and I hold her there while she hugs me. When she pulls back, she is smiling brightly through her tears. “I was never good at walls,” she says.
    “No you weren’t.”
    “I want you to know that I’m still going to hold you to our pact.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. We’ve each got five years to come up with a better plan. If not, it’s you and me, babe.”
    I nod. “You and me.”
    “You good with that?”
    “I’m good with that.”
    And then, because we are lit like a movie in the glow of the streetlight above us, and because at that moment I love her as much as I’ve ever loved anyone, I pull her into me and I kiss her lips. When she opens her mouth, I can taste the toothpaste on her tongue.
    “Minty fresh,” I say.
    She laughs in musical peals, like small tolling bells, the kind of laugh that can make a man feel just a little more whole.

Chapter 50
    Tuesday
    8:15 a.m.
    Boner comes over to officially end the shiva. His left temple is still fairly swollen where Paul’s pitch hit him, and he doesn’t look terribly happy to be seeing any of us again. In the week we’ve been here, we’ve trashed his temple, resurrected his embarrassing nickname, and inflicted bodily harm. He asks all of the immediate mourners to sit down in our low chairs one last time. Once he has us all seated, he sits down on one of the folding chairs and speaks as if he’s reading from a script.
    “For the last week, this has been a house of mourning,” he says.
    “You’ve taken solace from each other, and from the community. Of course, your grief doesn’t end with the shiva. In fact, the harder part is ahead: going back to your regular lives, to a world without your husband and father. And just as you have comforted each other here this week, you must continue to look in on each other, especially your mother, to talk about Mort, to keep his memory alive, to know you’re not alone.”
    Boner stands. “The following two passages are from the book of Isaiah: ‘No more will your sun set, nor your moon be darkened, for God will be an eternal light for you and your days of mourning shall end. Like a man whose mother consoles him, so shall I console you, and you shall be consoled in Jerusalem.’ ”
    “It would be so nice to believe in God,” Phillip murmurs to no one in particular.
    We all look at Boner expectantly, like graduates waiting to throw their caps.
    “Now,” he says, grinning away the formality. “Please stand up.”
    We all stand up, and the shiva is over. We are glad that it’s over but sorry to see it go. We love each other but can’t handle being around each other for very long. It’s a small miracle we made it through these seven days intact. And even now, we smile at each other, but our smiles are awkward and eye contact is fleeting. Already, we are coming apart again.
    “It’s now customary for all of the immediate family to leave the house together,” Boner says.
    “And go where?” Paul.
    “Just take a walk around the