Belated Rosh Hashanah greetings to you! I was invited by
my new friends to a special dinner. I’ve been made
an honorary member of their circle. They’ve even given me
a new name: Naomi. The name is from the Bible,
which some of them claim to have read. As a
work of literature, it’s gotten mixed reviews. Our mailman says
that God was no Tolstoy. So now I have two
names. The plain one, Fiona, and Naomi. Can you believe
that an ordinary girl like me, from Nyack, NY, should
have so many identities? You’d think I was Mata Hari.
Bat Yam, Israel
Paraphrases from the novel The Free World by David Bezmozgis.