Faye Kellerman - Sanctuary

The seventh book in the Peter Decker and Rina Lazarus series, 1994

The call was a surprise; the reason behind it even more so. Though Rina had known Honey Klein ne Hersh for years-the two girls had been classmates-she had never considered her a close friend. Their small Orthodox high school had had a student body of eighty-seven at the time of Rinas graduation: twenty-two seniors-twelve boys, ten girls. Rina had been friendly with all the girls. But as the years passed, the two women had crossed paths only sporadically; the chance meetings had held nothing beyond pleasantries. Honey had married young to an ultra-religious Chasidic diamond dealer. She had four kids. She seemed happy.

So when Honey asked if she and the kids might spend a week with Rina and her family in Los Angeles, Rina thought it strange. Her first thoughts were: Why me and why here?

Peters ranch was located in the rural portion of the San Fernando Valley. The environs had wide streets and big commercial plots roomy enough for storage centers, wholesalers, and warehouses. Sure, the newer residential neighborhoods sprouted tract homes and apartment buildings, but there were still many ranches large enough to stable horses and livestock-parcels similar to Peters homestead, her homestead now. The area was LAs last refuge of undeveloped scrubland, most of it hugging the timbered foothills of Angeles Crest National Park.

Rina knew Honey had closer friends residing in the heart of the Jewish communities-in the Fairfax area, Hancock Park, or the newer westside area of Beverlywood. Honey had girlfriends who owned homes within walking distance of the Orthodox synagogues, of the kosher restaurants and bakeries. No one deeply religious stayed at the Deckers ranch because it was so isolated. But when Rina had mentioned the geography over the phone, Honey had brushed it off.

So its a little off the beaten track, Honey stated. I figured its about time I let the kids see the other side.

The other side? Rina asked.

You knowhow the other half lives.

This isnt exactly a den of iniquity, Honey. I still cover my hair.

No, no! Honey protested. I didnt mean that. Im not criticizing you. Who am I to judge? By the other side, I meant the fun stuff-Universal Studios, Disneyland, Knotts Berry Farm, Graumans Chinese Theater with the movie stars footprints. Is that old relic still around?

Its called Manns Chinese Theater now, Rina said. You arent planning to take the kids to the movies?

No, Honey said. Just the outside of the building. And the sidewalks with the stars in them. Theyre still around, right?

Yes.

No, were definitely not going to the movies, Honey said, quickly. It would be too much for them. We dont have televisions here. We dont even have phones in the village. Well, thats not true. There are phones in the produce store, the butcher shop, and the bakery. For emergencies. But we dont have phones in the houses.

Rina knew lots of religious people who didnt own television sets or go to the movies. She knew plenty of Orthodox adults who shied away from popular fiction and magazines like Time and Newsweek. The stories were too lurid, the pictures were prurient. But no phones in the houses was a first.

Since when is it halachically forbidden to use a phone? Rina stared at the receiver. Arent you using one now?

Im using the one at the bakery, Honey said. I know it sounds like every year some group is trying to outfrum the other. That another group goes to more and more extremes to shut out the outside world. But the Rebbes not trying to do that.

The Rebbe, Rina thought quickly. Which Rebbe? Most people thought the Chasidim were one cohesive group. In fact, there were many Chasidic sects, each one interpreting the philosophy of the Baal Shem Tov a little bit differently.

Im sure you have your reasons, Honey. I dont mean to sound disparaging. Goodness knows most people think me strange, being as religious as I am. And poor Peter. The guys at the station house think hes gone nuts. Like you said, who am I to judge?

You have to understand the Leibben philosophy, Honey said. Modern machines drive wedges between people.

Leibben, Rina thought. Thats right. Honey had married a Leibbener Chasid.

Once you get used to not using a phone, it really is very nice, Honey explained. We take walks in the park and schmooze. We have lots of afternoon get-togetherstea parties. Its kind ofquaint. Honey giggled. Rina remembered it as one of the nervous mannerisms Honey had developed after her mother died. Anyway, if putting us up is too much for you

Id love to see you, Honey, if I can arrange it. Things are a little hectic since the babys-

You had a baby? Honey gasped. Thats so exciting! When?

Hannahs nine months old.

Oh, Rina, how wonderful! You finally got your little girl! You must be thrilled!

Im very lucky. Rina noticed her voice had dropped to a whisper. The birth had gone smoothly but there were complications afterward. Hannah would be Rinas last baby and not by choice. There was a long pause. Honey asked her if everything was okay.

Just fine. Rina tried to sound chipper. A strain since chipper wasnt part of her normal vocabulary.

Honey picked up the slack. So the boys must be big by nowteenagers.

Fourteen and eleven.

Isnt adolescence so difficult?

Actually, Rina found the boys easier the older they got. But she answered, It can be trying.

Mendels turned into a very quiet boy. Hes lovely, but I can never tell what hes thinking. And Minda is so moody. Everything I say, she jumps down my throat. We all really need this vacation. So you think you can put us up?

Im pretty sure I can, but I have to check with Peter. Rina paused. Not that its any of my business, Honey, but Gershon doesnt mind doing worldly things like going to Disneyland?

Honey didnt answer. There was background chatter over the line.

Hello? Rina asked.

Sorry, I was distracted, Honey said. Gershons not coming. Hes in Israel. Didnt I mention that?

It was Rinas turn to pause. I dont remember. Does he know of your plans to take them to Disneyland?

He didnt ask and I didnt say. All he knows is that Im going back to Los Angeles to visit some old friends.

Very old, Rina answered dryly.

Were not exactly ready for the glue factory, Honey said. Though sometimes it feels that way. Rina, its been wonderful talking to you. Thanks so much for everything. And if its too much trouble-

Not at all, Rina said. Ill ask Peter and call you back.

Great. Ill give you the bakerys phone number. Just leave a message that you called and Ill ring you back.

Honey gave her the number. Rina wrote it down.

When exactly are you planning to come out, Honey?

Soon. In two days.

Two days? Decker looked at his wife. She didnt give you much notice, did she?

Rina spooned yogurt into Hannahs mouth. Not a lot.

Decker sipped his coffee, then took a bite of his turkey sandwich. Watching Rina feed their daughter, he was grateful for the peaceful interlude. His new assignment at the Devonshire station took him farther from the ranch each morning. But work was still close enough to steal an occasional lunch at home. He sat contentedly, smiling as Hannah smeared coffee-colored goop over her mouthRina was trying to keep her tidy but it was a losing battle-baby one, parent zero.