Meanwhile I pieced together what happened with the rest of the gang: 1. Brett and Kendra had a huge fight in front of the theater where she blamed the whole disaster on him and called him a “dumb jock.” 2. Lucy offered to give Brett a ride home and sidled next to him in the backseat of her mom’s car. 3. Fudge and Eddie made a vow to punish me even more severely on Monday at school. Sunday morning I had another haftorah lesson. As you can imagine, I wasn’t in the holiest of moods. For starters, I still had a phantom pain where my underwear had cut up my butt. Second, how could I focus on Hebrew when all I could think about was what was going to happen to me at school on Monday? “Koh-amar ha’el Adoshem. Boray Hashamayim venoteyhem.” That was the rabbi, chanting the beginning of the lesson. I tried to repeat it. “Boray Hashammm…” “No, no, Evan,” he said. He pulled up a chair next to me. “Listen again. Koh-amar ha’el Adoshem. Boray Hashamayim venoteyhem.” The words stuck in my throat.
