It’s true, he hasn’t. It’s not as though he can just keep attending his usual synagogue. His father will still be going there.
“I dunno,” Michael says, sounding tired. “You have to find the new place, you have to meet the people, everyone’s nosy, it’s awkward…” He sighs, briefly ruffling a few strands of Lee’s hair.
“I’ve been thinking about going to visit my rabbi,” he continues after a pause. “Sometime when Pop wouldn’t be there. I don’t want him to worry, I mean God knows what he’s been told, or not told. Maybe he knows somewhere else good…”
Maybe Michael can convince him to switch congregations. That would be nice.