“Riverdale? An interesting choice,” Morris says, shrugging with his eyebrows. He seems unimpressed. “You live near there? No wonder you are moving. You should live in our neighborhood, you can go to Bialystoker with us. Have you ever been there?”
Michael does eye Wolfgang curiously, wondering how long they’ve been going to temple in the States. The two of them haven’t talked much about religion. Riverdale is the most liberal kind of reform, which he’s not surprised by, and of course Morris is taking that tone about it. For now he grits his teeth and keeps his mouth shut; however annoyed he is by his father, Wolfgang can speak for themself.