Scenes From Village Life - Amos Oz [2]
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IT WAS THREE YEARS since Arieh Zelnik's wife, Na'ama, had gone off to visit her best friend Thelma Grant in San Diego and not come back. She had not written to say explicitly that she was leaving him, but had begun by hinting obliquely that she was not returning for a while. Six months later she had written: "I'm still staying with Thelma." And subsequently: "No need to go on waiting for me. I'm working with Thelma in a rejuvenation studio." And in another letter: "Thelma and I get on well together, we have the same karma." And another time: "Our spiritual guide thinks that we shouldn't give each other up. You'll be fine. You're not angry, are you?"
Their married daughter, Hilla, wrote from Boston: "Daddy, please, don't put pressure on Mummy. That's my advice. Get yourself a new life."
And because he had long since lost contact with their elder child, their son Eldad, and he had no close friends outside the family, he had decided a year ago to get rid of his flat on Mount Carmel and move in with his mother in the old house in Tel Ilan, to live on the rent from two flats he owned in Haifa and devote himself to his hobby.
So he had taken his daughter's advice and got himself a new life.
As a young man, Arieh Zelnik had served with the naval commandos. From his early childhood, he had feared no danger, no foe, no heights. But with the passage of the years he had come to dread the darkness of an empty house. That was why he had finally chosen to come back to live with his mother in the old house where he had been born and raised, on the edge of this village, Tel Ilan. His mother, Rosalia, an old lady of ninety, was deaf, very bent, and taciturn. Most of the time she let him take care of the household chores without making any demands or suggestions. Occasionally, the thought occurred to Arieh Zelnik that his mother might fall ill, or become so infirm that she could not manage without constant care, and that he would be forced to feed her, to wash her and to change her diapers. He might have to employ a nurse, and then the calm of the household would be shattered and his life would be exposed to the gaze of outsiders. And sometimes he even, or almost, looked forward to his mother's imminent decline, so that he would be rationally and emotionally justified in transferring her to a suitable institution and he would be left in sole occupancy of the house. He would be free to get a beautiful new wife. Or, instead of finding a wife, he could play host to a string of young girls. He could even knock down some internal walls and renovate the house. A new life would begin for him.
But in the meantime the two of them, mother and son, went on living together calmly and silently in the gloomy old house. A cleaner came every morning, bringing the shopping from a list he had given her. She tidied, cleaned and cooked, and after serving mother and son their midday meal she silently went on her way. The mother spent most of the day sitting in her room reading old books, while Arieh Zelnik listened to the radio in his own room or built model aircraft out of balsa wood.
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SUDDENLY THE STRANGER flashed his host a sly, knowing smile that resembled a wink, as though suggesting that the two of them commit some small sin together, but fearing his suggestion might incur a punishment.
"Excuse me," he asked in a friendly manner, "would you mind if I helped myself to some of this?"
Thinking that his host had nodded consent, he poured some ice water with a slice of lemon and mint leaves from a jug into the only glass on the table, Arieh Zelnik's own glass, put his fleshy lips to it and swallowed the lot in five or six noisy gulps. He poured himself another half glass and thirstily downed that too.
"Sorry!" he said apologetically. "Sitting on this beautiful veranda of yours, you simply don't realize how hot it is out there. It's really hot. But despite the heat this place is so charming!