“Baxter left the deli, munching his pomegranate. It did not taste very good.”
“Baxter excused himself to the lobby, where he found a man in suspenders.
“I wonder, sir, if you know what’s happened to all the honey cake?”
The man knelt down. “This holiday is different,” he whispered. “On Yom Kippur we say we’re sorry for all the things we’ve done wrong. We think of ways to make the new year better. It’s not fun, exactly, but it’s important.”
“And the cake?” asked Baxter.