Jeez. Polite kid, eh? Where ja loin dat? My father told me to say thanks, sir. Your father? Oh, well. Dad sits at the table reading the paper. He says that President Roosevelt is a good man and everyone in America will soon have a job. Mam is on the other side of the table feeding Margaret with a bottle. She has the hard look that frightens me. Where did you get that fruit? The man. What man? The Italian man gave it to me. Did you steal that fruit? Malachy says,The man.The man gave Frankie the bag. And what did you do to Freddie Leibowitz? His mother was here. Lovely woman. I don’t know what we’d do without her and Minnie MacAdorey.And you had to attack poor Freddie. Malachy jumps up and down. He din’t. He din’t. Din’t try to kill Freddie. Din’t try to kill me. Dad says,Whisht, Malachy, whisht. Come over here. And he takes Malachy on his lap. My mother says, Go down the hall and tell Freddie you’re sorry. But Dad says, Do you want to tell Freddie you’re sorry? I don’t. My parents look at one another. Dad says, Freddie is a good boy. He was only pushing your little brother on the swing. Isn’t that right? He was trying to steal my Cuchulain story. Och, now. Freddie doesn’t care about the Cuchulain story. He has his own story. Hundreds of stories. He’s Jewish. What’s Jewish? Dad laughs. Jewish is, Jewish is people with their own stories.They don’t need Cuchulain.They have Moses.They have Samson. What’s Samson? If you go down and talk to Freddie I’ll tell you about Samson later. You can tell Freddie you’re sorry and you’ll never do it again and you can even ask him about Samson.Anything you like as long as you talk to Freddie.Will you? 33