"Are you trying to get kicked out?" she asked.
"I’m just a humble servant of the truth," I said.
"You don’t understand my mission," I thought. "Some people preach. I get the scoop. The pursuit of truth is every bit as holy as reciting G-d’s name."
"You just wanted him to call you. You knew you couldn’t get away with that. You’re like a rebellious son trying to get his father’s attention."
As I prepared to launch into an intricate speech of self-justification, I felt a sheepish grin stretch itself across my face.
