"When’s your next appointment?" she asked.
"Tomorrow afternoon," I said.
"Do you want to bring him something?"
"No."
"I want to bake him a kosher bunt cake."
"No. Nothing you can make is kosher."
"You could oversee it."
"No."
"You could mix the egg with the oil and put it in the oven."
"No."
"You could bake the cake in my kitchen. I’d show you."
"Forget it. He doesn’t trust my kashrut anyway."
"Smart man."
"What’s with all this cake talk, woman?"
"That’s what polite society does."
"Don’t bother me, woman."
"You owe him for all the torture you’ve put him through.
"Well, if you get kicked out again, you should become a Modern Orthodox Muslim. You could write about imam predators. Your book would be called, ‘The Molesting Mullah.’"
"It’s time for you to leave."
