” “I HATE JEWISH GIRLS! THEY’RE ALL LIKE YOU!” “May God wash your mouth out with a bar of Fels-Naptha,” his mother said in reverential tones. His anger really didn't care who the target was, anyone would do. Hunkered down in the far corner ofthe room, near the linen closet, the huge soft-brown furry thing that had come to watch him, sat silently,paws folded across its massive chest. I needed a surrogate wolf to bind me to them.
This he saw in a shattered fragment of clarity, and he knew it would come in two weeks, on aThursday night. I think he'd said more than he'd planned to say. until I held my breath as if afraid, if I breathed in too hard it would bring her against my mouth. I'd had all the pillow talk I wanted for one day.
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