why is this night different from all other nights

Came back to the motel early yesterday afternoon and found an e-mail from a reader in the Boston area, Leah Archibald, asking if I would like to come to a Seder that night. This sounded like a wonderful idea; I haven't been to a Seder since David and I separated. Leah very kindly agreed to pick me up at 5 when she got off work.

Leah works at a firm specialising in internet marketing. I say: Oh, that sounds interesting. Leah: You don't have to pretend. Sadly, perhaps, I am not pretending: ...