Papa dispensed these truths in nightly sermons at the dinner table. He animated Yush and me, but I have trouble remembering your role in these conversations, Mummy. So often, I think you were excluded from them. Either you had to sit and turn into Papa’s disciple, as one of us, or you had to withdraw in resignation, unable to contribute—not because you had nothing to say, but because Papa stood at a pulpit for one.
