Since You Left Me by Allen Zadoff

Author:Allen Zadoff [Zadoff, Allen]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Young Adult
ISBN: 9781606842973
Publisher: EgmontUSA
Published: 2012-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

I have to change my life.

That’s what I write in my journal the next day. It’s what I felt after my vision. The gap between my real life and the vision was so great that I have to do something about it. Life as it currently looks does not work for me anymore. I have no choice but to change.

So I come up with a plan.

It starts Monday morning. It starts with school. It starts with telling the truth.

When I get to campus, I go straight to the main office. It’s empty except for the Israeli office lady.

“Boker tov,” she says, tapping away on the computer.

“Good morning to you, too,” I say. She looks up.

“Sanskrit!” she says. She pronounces it correctly this time. She jumps up from her seat and throws her arms around me. Her chest presses against mine. It’s much softer than it looks from a distance.

This woman hated me a few days ago, and now she’s holding me like her long-lost child. I’m so shocked, I don’t know whether to hug her back or run out of the room screaming.

“How are you, motek? Oh, where’s your kippah?”

I touch my head.

“I guess I forgot it.”

“Let’s get you taken care of.”

She reaches into a drawer, pulls out a large crocheted kippah that looks like the Israeli flag. I wince as she pops it on my head.

“I need to see the dean,” I say.

“Of course. But he’s in the cafeteria right now.”

“It’s really important.”

“He wants to see you, too. I know he does. Go right down there.”

I extract myself from her hug.

“We’re all praying for your mother,” she says.

She rubs my back in small circles. It feels kind of nice. I stay there for a second.

“You poor boy,” she says. “I’m Dorit, by the way. If you need anything, you come and see Dorit.”

“It’s a little itchy in the middle, Dorit.”

“What’s that?”

“My back. It’s a little itchy.…”

She moves her hand to scratch me low and in the middle where it’s hard to reach. She has big nails, unlike my mom, who keeps hers trimmed all the way down for yoga. The nails feel good through my shirt.

“Is that better?” she says.

“Much,” I say.

She smiles at me. I consider asking for a shoulder rub, but that seems a little over the top.

“I’ll be in the cafeteria,” I say.

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