“Why not?” “Can you imagine what it must be like for him? You saw how he responds to you.” “So where will he live?” “I was thinking of getting him his own place. There are lots of little apartments around here—” “You’re forgetting one thing. He’s supposed to protect me from Rafi.” “He will, Yigal, he will,” Mary said. She ran her hand along the balcony railing and looked sorrowfully down at the street. “But give him time.” “What if I don’t have any time? What about tonight, and tomorrow, and the next six months?” “I don’t know.” Yigal went inside to see if Meyer was awake. “Meyer?” he called. The bear ducked his head and inched under the pillow, trying to hide. “Meyer, I’m so sorry. I am so deeply sorry. I never suspected how you felt. I forgot what I’d done, and the whole thing is one of the most disgraceful episodes of my life.” Meyer succeeded in pulling down the near edge of the pillow. Only the tip of one leg poked out. “Mary?”
