Thursdays were technically the second day in the week that he had off. Sundays were the first. He hadn't had two consecutive days offsince he became rabbi of a synagogue.He had toyed with trying to take offMondays, but too much seemed to happen on that day. So he took offThursdays, but usually ended up going in to work at some point anyway. His secretary, Marie, often accused him of being a workaholic. It wasn't true, but there was no telling her that. At ten in the morning he found himself driving down the street toward the synagogue. He slid into the left-hand lane, preparing to turn into the driveway just past First Shepherd, the church next door. Seeing no oncoming traffic, he began to make his turn. The hair on the back of his neck raised suddenly, and he twisted his head around just in time to see a car as it slammed into him from behind. Jeremiah's black Mustang skidded, sliding in a circle as the sickening crunch of metal filled his ears.
What do You think about Lie Down In Green Pastures?
