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Then it hits me

“Maybe we’re the pieces,” I say

Norah’s head doesn’t move from my arm “What?” she asks I can tell from her voice that her eyes are still closed

“Maybe that’s it,” I say gently “With what you were talking about before The world being broken Maybe it isn’t that we’re supposed to find the pieces and put theether Maybe we’re the pieces”

She doesn’t reply, but I can tell she’s listening carefully I feel like I’ for the first time, even if I’m not entirely sure what it is yet

“Maybe,” I say, “e’re supposed to do is co”

Tikkun olam

16 NORAH

Nick and I have fallen silent again but I don’t think it’s the unco in and we’re both as sleepy as we are stimulated, and as Saturday rolls into Sunday, it’s alray and yellow fro and secretarial types s lobbies as Lincoln Town Cars idle at the curb, waiting to take the overnight workers home The scions of the financial world here do not appear to notice or care that time could stop at any moment, so why not obey that ‘on the seventh day ye shall rest’ thing? At least, go out and enjoy your life Like I a you

But I areedy to learn more about Nick that I can’t bear the silence, even if it’s a nice one Maybe the way to find out more about hiet my flannel in the men’s department at Marshalls”

“My mom loves that store,” he says

“Your mom is smart”