[W.I.P.] part of God Said Let There Be Light

"Hello?"
"Good morning," said Arthur. "Are you going to Temple this morning?"
"Umm..." Aaron sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes. Was it Saturday already? "Maybe next week."
"Well, Ruth's going. Liam and I are going to the Days Inn coffee shop for breakfast. See you there in.. half-hour, say?" Arthur's voice was pleasant, yet his tone indicated that he was not going to take no for an answer. Such was the nature of Arthur.
Aaron put his feet on the floor. "Okay, see you there." He hung up. He rose for a moment, was overcome with fatigue and flopped back down on the matress. Had it not occurred to Arthur that Aaron might be just a tad bit jet-lagged after returning from England? Forcing himself into a standing position once more, Aaron lurched out of the bedroom and down the stairs to let the dogs out into the back yard.

Arthur and Liam were sitting on a bench outside of the coffee shop when Aaron arrived but they didn't notice him right away. Aaron saw that father and son were having a very serious discussion about whether the Bay Street Web Cam (which took a picture of City Hall and the traffic in Bay Street every thirty seconds and was connected to the city's webpage) would be able to capture them on film. Liam maintained that if they were to climb one of the palm trees that lined the street and wave their arms, someone logged onto Savannah's website would notice.
"It's very hard to climb a palm tree, Sport," Arthur said.
"We could put spikes on our shoes, " Liam said. "Like the men from the electric company, that's how they climb up telephone poles, you know-- hey! It's Aaron!" Liam broke away from his father and ran to Aaron, throwing is arms around Aaron's legs. "Hi!"
"Hi there, kiddo," Aaron said, smiling down at the miniature version of Arthur, who grinned up at him, sans a front tooth.
The coffee shop was quiet except for Liam, who was filling Aaron in on everything he'd missed that summer. "I made a mezuzah out of clay at day camp at Mikve Israel! Dad helped me hang on the doorframe of my room. Will you come and see it?" "I start First Grade next month!" "Mommy doesn't like the summer here, she says it's too hot. Then Daddy sprayed her with the garden hose. It was funny!" "We found a bullfrog in the park, but I wasn't allowed to keep it." Liam fell silent when his choclate milk arrived.
"How does it feel to be home?" Arthur asked, sipping his coffee.
"Weird," Aaron said, fiddling with a packet of sugar. "The house is very quiet."
"Yes, I'd imagine so,"
Liam blew bubbles in his milk.
"Don't do that Sport, it's rude." Arthur said.
"But it's fun."
"Oh quite, but it's still rude. Don't do it again please." Arthur took another drink of coffee, with one eye on Liam, and then looked back at Aaron. "I expect the house will feel awkward for some time."
"Yeah..." Aaron said, looking out the window. The sky was perfectly clear, with no clouds and no sun. Who would have thought the night before Savannah had been ravaged by storms?
"Because Lydia's in Heaven," Liam said abruptly, making both Arthur and Aaron jump. "She died."
"Liam!" Arthur said sharply, but Aaron cut him off with a gesture of his hand.
"That's right," Aaron said to Liam. "That's exactly right."
"You don't have a wife anymore," Liam said.
"No, I don't."
"I don't have a wife, either." Liam said seriously. "So we can stick together." He reached out and patted Aaron's hand. "We can be pals."
Aaron swallowed hard, and then smiled. "I would like that."
Liam looked at Arthur. "I have to go pee,"
"Can you find the restroom by yourself?"
"Yeah," Liam said, standing up and starting to wander off.
"Don't forget to wash your hands!" Arthur called after him, and turned back to Aaron. "I'm sorry.."
"Why? Because you have a sweet kid?"
"I'll never get used to what you Yankees consider polite," Arthur said with a wry smile. "...So how are you, really?"
"Pretty shitty,"
"I suspected as much," Arthur's black eyes scanned Aaron's face. "Well," he said, reaching into the pocket of his shirt, "this ought to cheer you up. If not it'll at least get you social again." He handed a wide rectangular piece of heavy paper to Aaron.
It was a ticket. "Louis Comfort Tiffany: Art Glass, Bronze, and Lamps. Opening Reception Friday August 7, 8pm-11pm, Telfair Museum of Art"
"You got Tiffany to Savannah?!" Aaron gaped at Arthur, who was sitting back in his seat with an enigmatic smile.
"I'm head curator; it's what I do," Arthur said. "Now, there are only about one hundred and fifty of those tickets to go around so don't you dare loose it."
"I've never been much of a cocktail party person, Arthur..."
"Of course you are. You're a philosopher; all you have to do is ask somebody if they think human beings are by nature inherently good or inherently evil, or whatever conundrum your brain is chewing on at the moment, and you'll have plenty of conversation. The exhibit's not bad, either."
"Society types don't like being accosted with philosophical debates."
"Some of them do, some of them don't. You'll find people from both camps there."
"I don't know, Arthur..."
"Lydia would have accepted," Arthur said, and smiled again, as Liam returned from the toilet. "Did you wash your hands?"
"Yes sir,"