I do envy those people who shut themselves off from the world on shabbat -and observe only the havdalah.  Ezi, as the co-op go-to, gets all the phone calls and notices people have been forgetting about all week.  The hall light doesn’t go off, there’s a leak in the sewer, the maid is suspected of stealing… 

 The latter is the only one that bothers me – because if I can’t believe my people instincts over the past decade, what can I believe?  

Well, maybe now that she’s under suspicion I begin to think

  I suspect her of using my perfume when I’m out of the country.  Don’t have any jewelry of note, nothing worth stealing that isn’t traceable.  

But somehow I can’t taking petty theft seriously.  Not now, not when so much has been lost.