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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[nursetemple]

Possibly not. But someone could interpret it as a time to share joy for your community, and want to do so themselves. It's the sentiment behind the holiday, I guess?

[She imagines people sharing happy stories on the network. Reminding themselves that they are a community, here, too. It would be nice.

She doesn't expect Alfie to do anything, and she doesn't want to disrespect a religion so she won't either. But it's a hopeful thought.]

[devoutish]

Mm.

[He isn't really convinced, mostly because...]

Gentiles at home, they don't really care about Jews and Jewish traditions. Not sure why it'd be any different here.

[nursetemple]

As I said, I think it would be more about the spirit behind the holiday than the holiday itself, or Judaism.

[Claire pauses for a moment.]

Tell me about something that makes you happy.

[devoutish]

Something here, or something at home?

[One would be a lot harder.]

[nursetemple]

Either or. Just. Something that would make you smile as you retell it.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[First he has to think of a story that isn't crime-related or violent. Family stories are usually safe for that.]

Men in my community often have beards. Some like mine, some longer. My father's brother has a great big one - three or four inches long.

[He'd told Tifa it was six inches long once, but he'd been exaggerating.]

I've got strong memories of being nine or ten, watching him sit on the sofa with my younger sister, letting her play with his beard. She learned to braid hair on that beard.

[There is indeed a smile in his voice as he talks.]

[nursetemple]

Are you close to your sister?

[She's smiling, too.]

[devoutish]

Yeah, close enough. She's six years younger than I am.

[nursetemple]

My sister's younger too. She's the golden child.

[devoutish]

The one who kept going to church?

[nursetemple]

Yeah. And got married, had a kid before she was 30. Did everything right.

[devoutish]

How much younger is she?

[nursetemple]

3 years. She's 31. I love her to bits.

[devoutish]

Do you see her often? Is she in your city?

[nursetemple]

She lives in Brooklyn. We try to catch up regularly, but lately, things have been...complicated for me, and we didn't get to as much.

What about you? You see your sister often?

[devoutish]

[Alfie has a vague awareness of Brooklyn being a neighborhood of New York City, but that's about it.]

She lives in Camden Town, yeah. A few blocks from me, with her husband and kids.

[nursetemple]

Do you play the role of doting uncle? Let her kids braid your beard?

[devoutish]

My beard isn't long enough.

[nursetemple]

Well, gotta work on that, then.

[devoutish]

You cut it; you're working against it.

[nursetemple]

Damn, I'm never going to forgive myself, now that I know. I'm never grooming you ever again.

[There's an obvious smile in her voice.]

[devoutish]

What's your memory that makes you smile, then? It's your turn to share.

[nursetemple]

Hmm.

[She takes her time to think about it, going through relationships and family times.]

The last Christmas before my grandpa died. I was still little, but I remember sitting on his lap reading Alice In Wonderland in his old, creaky house in upstate New York. There was a fire on and we were snuggled under a blanket, and it was just. Kinda perfect.

[devoutish]

Mm.

[That's definitely a good memory.]

Winters were better when we had fires, weren't they.

[nursetemple]

[A small chuckle, although it sounds a little sad.]

Hm, definitely. A lot easier to deal with the cold if it's not... permanent.