In this episode… Will I know Elijah? Do I know myself? And how will I act in my unknowing?

…Grunts and hmm’s and shaking of heads til Benish opens a tale of his own.

“This I seen with my own eyes last year at seder with my wife and kin. Elijah came knockin’ at our door. He weren’t burdened with a terrible child, nor a heavy sack of stuff he owned, nor a pocket waiting with a coin or two, nor a heavenly voice, nor wise, nor kind. A beggar he were which soon were clear. He weren’t no Eliyahu at all. But each time we blessed and drank wine, then he showed a consummate skill. Til it came time for Elijah’s cup, which he grabbed and guzzled the whole thing down. Then he looked around with a smirky* show and stood and says, ‘Now open the door!’
* others say ‘murky’

“And that shikker* wobbled his way outside. That’s when I slammed the door on him, all glad he finally decided to go. But don’t ya know, it’s knock, knock, knock, and he wouldn’t stop til I opened up, and he says, ‘Are you turnin’ Elijah away?’
* drunk
“‘Elijah? No. But you ain’t him.’

“His face grew red and he narrowed his eyes and his white hairs flamed like a burnin’ crown. As a different man he pointed........

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