Michael’s mouth twitches into a brief smile. “It’s kind of what got me thinking about the whole thing, about really doing it.”
He’d found ‘The Freedom Seder’ in a magazine the previous month. It was fiery and radical, and outlined everything Michael had been feeling for the past year and a half with eerie precision. His reading of it was impassioned, and the fact that Lee approves of the content makes him feel deeply satisfied. Arthur Waskow is now on Michael’s list of heroes-to-watch.
“Do you think there’s other stuff like it? For other holidays, or… anything, really, I guess.” He strokes her hair absently for a few quiet moments, a vexed look forming on his face. “Is it weird that I’m doing this? It’s weird, isn’t it? Why is it weird?”