Sundays With Ingrid
Ingrid had rehearsal after school. A real bad rehearsal: she forgot everything – her marks, her cues, her lines. Jill wrapped it up early. Ingrid went into the lobby of Prescott Hall, prepared for a long wait. But Brucie’s father, coming in the door, said, “Hello, Ingrid. Your mom called and asked if I’d drop you off.”
“Oh,” said Ingrid. Did Mom even know Mr. Berman? She herself had only met him once, in the Prescott Hall parking lot.
They got in Mr. Berman’s car, Ingrid, at Mr. Berman’s insistence, in front, and Brucie in back.
“How was rehearsal?” said Mr. Berman.
“Good,” said Ingrid. She remembered that he was a rabbi and added, “Thanks.” She didn’t know anything about rabbis, had no idea what to expect. She glanced at Mr. Berman. He looked like all the other dads.
“Music?” he said, sliding a CD into the player.
“Sure,” said Ingrid.
“No,” said Brucie, a groaning kind of no.
Music started playing.
“Love Bob Dylan,” said Mr. Berman.
Brucie didn’t say another word the whole way. Ingrid had never heard him so quiet.
From Into the Dark
Tags: Echo Falls Series
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