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.

Naomi (Fiona)
Bat Yam, Israel


Paraphrases from the novel The Free World by David Bezmozgis.