PROLOGUE     I T TOOK ABOUT fifty phone calls, but the family finally decided on a place to eat dinner before Decker and Rina took off for Israel from Kennedy. Decker looked around the table at their truly blended family: Rina’s two grown sons, Jacob and Sammy; his adult daughter, Cindy; their baby daughter, Hannah, who now had a baby of her own; and their foster son, Gabe. There were also three spouses, two fiancées, and five grandchildren. He and Rina had done well. Even if he died tomorrow, Decker would go out a winner. As usual, the conversation turned lively, then loud. Adults shouting, children interrupting, along with the usual spillages and meltdowns. Right before the entrées arrived, the server came over with two big bottles of rosé champagne and flutes. “Who ordered this?” Rina asked. “Not that I’m complaining.” “Group effort.” Jacob stood up and gently tinkled the glass with a fork. “Now that we’re all here, I propose a toast to the happy couple. May they find peace and solitude on this trip to the Holy Land, and may their construction plans go easily. L’chaim.” “L’chaim,” everyone echoed. “One more thing.” Jacob held out two envelopes…