End Days

On the third day of the fires, after they jumped the borders and entered the city, the rabbi called to find out if her parents’ judgment of divorce had arrived. The telephone woke Noa. It was barely past seven, but the rabbi had probably been awake since dawn, his world a more ancient place. She put him on hold while she got up and searched through the stacks of mail that had piled up since Leonard and Monica left. Under the bills and advertisements, she found the thick brown envelope from the California State Supreme Court.