After the Seder

We are at Gila's Aunt's house. It is Pesach, we are having the Seder in Ramot Gimmel. There are five of us there. Gila, me, Dudi, Shoshana and my cousin.

I don't know why I have never named my cousin. She was and remains a close friend. But for some reason I never get around to naming her. I'm sure if she read these posts, she'd appreciate it.

But I digress.

The seder is a lot of fun. We are videoed and photographed by Gila's Israeli cousins,as we get through the four cups and Matzoh. But now the first days are over, and it is time to go. Gila stays at her aunt's house. My cousin is not around either. It is only Dudi, Shoshana and me. For the first time all holiday, I am the third wheel.

Dudi is flirting with Shoshana, and asks her out. They make tentative plans to see a movie, maybe Hook, maybe something different. It is less than a week after our trip to Eilat, though. Dudi is interested in Shoshana, but only because she is sitting next to him. He is more interested in Lori, one of the girls from our Eilat trip.

Still he makes plans with her.

Then he calls Lori, and starts seeing her. It takes less than one day, but he no longer remembers Shoshana. The next day, as we are sitting in the park, he is telling me about Lori and showing me lipstick prints on his shirt collar and burning the hairs off his leg with his cigarette lighter.

Shoshana, we find out later, waits and waits. It is weeks before she finally realizes he is not calling her.