Place

"You only have to set a place for Elijah at Passover," his mother said, concerned. "Oh, I know," he responded. "This isn't for Elijah; it's for my friend David who died last year. He always felt like an imposition, but he never was. I want him to know that." "Well, it's very odd," his mother said. "And that's okay," he responded, then nodded at the chair. "Oops, I forgot the cream again!" He headed back into the kitchen and she turned to see the spoon in the mug stirring the coffee ... stirring ... stirring ...