Faye Kellerman: Street Dreams

Even now, as the hour approached six in the evening, the temperatures in the West Valley were still in the high 80s. Koby’s newest set of wheels, a ten-year-old black BMW 323, had workable air-conditioning, but the temperature gauge had been steadily rising as we tooled down the freeway. So as soon as we hit local streets, he turned it off and we opened the windows. When we got to my father’s house, the sun was an orange ball of fire sinking in the sky. I checked my watch. We had made good time.

We both had dressed for the heat-comfortably but appropriate for Shabbat. Koby had on an off-white linen suit over a white T-shirt. No tie, obviously, calling it Israeli style, but he satisfied his color fix by wearing a gigantic red-green-and-yellow-striped yarmulke, the colors of Ethiopia. This evening, he was my chieftain prince-tall, lean, aristocratic, and incredibly handsome-real eye candy. My heart did a little tap dance every time I looked at him. I had on an ice blue sleeveless dress, but I carried a white cotton blazer to cover my bare arms in case I decided to go to synagogue.

I paused before I knocked on the door. I regarded Koby’s eyes made gold by the strong light of sunset. “Will you sing ‘ Eshet Chayil ’ for me tonight?”

He grinned. “Of course. In my heart, I sing it for you every night.”

“But tonight is different.”

“Indeed. If you want, I will sing it for you a hundred times.”

I leaned my head against his arm. “Once with meaning will suffice.” I exhaled and smiled. “Here we go.”

I knocked and my father opened the door. First his eyes went to Koby’s face, then to mine. He gave me a stern look. “What brings you here on my off-hours, Detective?”

“Well, Lieutenant,” I answered, “Yaakov and I were trying to figure out how to celebrate my promotion. We ran through some ideas. One of them was Shabbat dinner with you and the family.”

Dad broke into a smile exuding pride. “I’ll see if Rina has any champagne.”

Koby lifted a bottle of Kedem bubbly. “I’m one step ahead of you, sir.”

“Hmm…” Dad sneered at my date. “And just what have you personally done to celebrate my little girl’s promotion?”

Koby lifted up my left hand. “I’m one step ahead of you, sir.”

My father’s eyes widened. They went from my hand to my face to Koby’s and back to my hand.

Koby said, “I brought a magnifying glass if it would help.”

“It’s not that small. It’s not small at all. What is it? A carat?”

“One point four, actually.”

“Shiny little bugger, isn’t it?”

“It is a very good stone-E flawless. I could have gotten bigger, but your daughter wanted quality. I have good friends in the diamond bursa in Israel.”

“I’ve been there, so don’t even try to pull rank.” He stared at Koby, his expression sour. “Does this mean you’re going to be a fixture here?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Dad broke into a grin.

Then he hugged Koby.

Not me. Koby.

I tapped my father on the shoulder. “Uh, remember me? Your daughter?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He broke away from Koby, hugged me hard, gripping me with his fingers. As soon as his eyes moistened, he averted his gaze. “Come on in.” To me: “Did you tell your mother?”

“We just came from there. We told her first.”

“Smart girl. Set a date?”

“Mom’s working on it,” I answered. “She’s thinking about squeezing us in somewhere between her trip to the Far East and the Food Is Life banquet.” I laughed. “I’m being mean. She offered to cancel her trip to the Far East, but I told her to work around it. We’re flexible.”

Koby said, “Actually, I wanted to marry in Israel, save you time and money, but Cindy said Jan would kill her.”

“She would have,” Decker concurred.

“So now you are stuck with my family coming out here. With all of my siblings and step-siblings and cousins and their families, it will be between thirty and sixty people.”

Decker opened and closed his mouth. “Okay.”

“His father and stepmother are real, real, real religious, Daddy,” I said.

My father looked ill. “More than Rina?”

Koby thought about it. “Not more religious, but Rina is more… sophisticated. My stepmother is Canadian, but my father is very, very old-fashioned. He doesn’t speak English all that well.”

“He doesn’t speak it at all,” I corrected. “But he understands. He’s very cute. He’s really, really skinny. And his stepmother’s a doll. When they come out, can they stay here? Rina not only knows the religious etiquette, but she also knows Hebrew. If they stay with Mom, it’ll be a disaster. She won’t know what to do with them.”

“Uh… of course.” Decker smiled weakly. “But only if it’s okay with your mother, Cindy.”

“I thought I’d set her up with some of Koby’s English-speaking, less religious siblings. Maybe a few could stay with Grandpa.”

“Your mother’s father?”

“Yes, Dad. I wasn’t thinking of your dad in Florida.”

“You’re going to sic Jack Cohen on Koby’s relatives?”

“Stop that!” I scolded. “I love Grandpa.”

“I love Jack, too,” Dad answered. “He was the best part about your mother. But he’s different.” He shook his head. “Have you really thought about this?”

I noticed my father turning a slight shade of green. “Maybe we should discuss this later and just celebrate my promotion tonight?”

“Good idea.” My father looked as if a headache were coming on. Just then Sammy walked in. “Dad, could you-Oh, hi, guys.” He homed in on my fiancé. “Koby, we need to talk. I’ve got this emergency situation. A basketball game on Sunday.”

“I’m working, Shmuel.”

“What time do you start?” Sammy asked.

“Three.”

“No problem. The game’s at ten.”

“Sammy, that’s enough,” Decker said.

“Our star forward’s grandmother died. I promise you’ll be out by one because we’re all going to the funeral at two.”

“Sammy, you are truly sick,” I told him.

My stepbrother ignored me. “Koby, we really need you. Otherwise it’s going to be embarrassing.”

“Surely there are other token blacks in this area.”

“Not this late in the series. They’ve already been snapped up. C’mon. I’m going back to New York next week. Please? ”

“I have to help Cindy pack.”

“I’ll help her pack after the funeral.” Sammy looked at me. “Where are you going?”

“I’m moving,” I told him.

“Oh. Where?”

Koby raised his eyebrows.

“Oh.” Sammy looked at Daddy, trying not to smile. “Okay. I’ll help you pack, Cin. I promise.”

“I can manage. I don’t own that much.” I regarded Koby. “You can play.” I elbowed my stepbrother in the ribs. “Anything to shut him up.”

Koby rubbed his forehead. “You are a nag, Shmuel.”

“Persistent.”

“Just this one last time.”

“Thank you, thank you.”

“Don’t expect miracles.”

“Koby, it’s all a matter of image! Skill doesn’t hurt, either.”

Decker wagged a finger at him. “You’re overstepping your bounds, young man. I’m only permitting it because he’s now family. Say hello to your brother-in-law.”

I showed Sammy my ring.

“Really? Cool!” He kissed my cheek. “I gotta go call Yossi before Shabbat. He’s gonna freak when I tell him. Thanks, Koby.”

“And mazel tov?” Koby prompted.

“Oh sure. Mazel tov, although it wasn’t exactly unexpected. But it’s still neat.”

He left.

“Well, he was certainly excited,” I commented.