Kin. Dror Burstein

Yoel thought, who knows if she won’t run away and leave us alone together. She’ll escape through the bathroom window and she won’t come back. The mother came out of the toilets with her hair wet. Her husband stood up when she approached the table and then sat down again. Yoel said, “This is something else, eh?” and fell silent in embarrassment. The husband said, “So . . . how, um, what can we actually do for you?” and Yoel took out his earphones and plugged them back into the iPod. “The things they’ve got today,” said the father to the wet forehead. They both thought, maybe he can make us a copy, but then they thought, immediately, that this wasn’t a good idea, it wasn’t a good idea to have it in the house, because once it was in the house they wouldn’t be able to go out anymore. Yoel said, “Do you want to see it again?” And they said at once, both of them together, “No, no.” And Yoel tapped his foot and said, “I don’t know how to say this . . . ” and the mother cut him short in a hard voice, “You don’t have to say anything, we understood on our own. You want us to meet him, right? So we’ve decided. We’re not meeting the child,” and the father said, as if to soften her words, “We got some advice.” And Yoel said, alarmed, “No, no, wait a minute. Just a second . . . let’s move a little closer to the sea . . . ”

      Look, listen to me, he pleaded, even though they were already listening as hard as they could, listen to me, he said, wait a second. No, no, he said. No, that’s not it, he said. No, no. Not that, he explained. I want you to take him. He doesn’t know anything, nothing, not a thing . . . I want you to have him back. I want you to have him, to have him back and take him home. I’ve already thought through the details, tell me what you think, I thought you should take him to my apartment. I mean, for you to have it. What I’m saying is, I’ll give him the apartment, no, no, I’ll give it to you, as a gift. I’ve already prepared all the papers, I thought of all the details, all I need is your particulars. Suddenly the title deeds appeared and then he put them back in his bag. You’ll live there, he’s already used to it there. I want him to live with you. You’re his parents after all, why lie to ourselves. Look, it’s so logical. I’m older than you by how many, twenty years more or less? If he stays alone now (my wife? she passed away long ago, when he was six, she fell . . . we had, um . . . an accident, I’ll tell you about it later, never mind now, listen to me a minute, let me explain), if he stays alone now, he’ll be an orphan. I’m sick, it’s here in my stomach, I may not live to see next spring. No, it doesn’t matter, I’ve done my job. What? A traffic engineer, overpasses and interchanges. But it doesn’t have to be that way, right? Because he still has parents. You! You’re his parents. Forget the past. All three of us only want what’s best for him, right? What I’m saying is this, we can give him another twenty years of having a father and a mother. I’m not talking about turning the clock back, there’s nothing magical about it, I’m offering you a concrete proposal, I’m outlining a simple plan. I’ve put money away for him too, he won’t be a burden on you. And I’ll compensate you. I’ll transfer the apartment on Smuts to you. Where do you live? Levinsky? I built an overpass on Levinsky . . . so you’ll move to the north, is that bad? A nice avenue. Opposite the synagogue. You can live there. With him. But you don’t have to, no! No! You could just keep in touch, hear how he’s doing, and he’ll go on living there alone, no, however things work out, however things work out, I’m not telling you what to do. All I want is that when I go I’ll know that he isn’t alone. That he’ll have your phone number, that if he needs anything . . . I’ll get you cell phones too, I’ll put his photos in the phones, I thought of all the details, you can’t imagine the happiness, knowing that you can take your leave and your child will have a soft landing. We have a rare opportunity here, let’s say that all these years you were, how to put it, supplementary parents. Yes, yes, supplementary parents, supplementary parents. In reserve, waiting for him on the sidelines. I have such respect for you, for waiting, for waiting all these years. I’m not a sentimental man, but I want to hug you, you, I owe you so much, you saved my life, you gave me a great gift, we . . . The father patted him lightly on the shoulder. They looked at him and then at each other. Yoel recovered, put the tissues away in his bag. Now I’ve kept the child safe for you for thirty-seven years, and from now on you’ll take him and everything will be for the best. We’ll work out the legalities, that’s no problem. Because there’s no other possibility, it simply doesn’t make sense for a child to remain alone in the world when he has two parents, and in the same city too, so close, right? There are such dangers here . . . there’s no time . . . it could happen tomorrow, he was shouting suddenly, or next month, who knows.