Marc’s sister

Marc has not seen his sister, Miriam in ages. He decided it was time. Now Marc is a decent religious guy. But he runs from it at times. But usually, he comes back.  Alana is in this boat, too.  On the other hand, his sister is hard-core orthodox.

Marc and Alana packed a valise and hopped on the train to Riverdale for Shabbos. They needed the rest and Miriam cooked really well. She was able to make the stuff Marc’s grandmother made.

They bought toys for her children. There are many.

Marc loved going to the Bronx. But everyone knows he prefers the Stadium.  The two got off the train and walked to his sister’s place. Marc and Miriam’s husband, Mordechai along with her older boys went to the synagogue.  The ladies lit candles.

Shabbos dinner was splendid. Great wine was poured. Alana was pleased.  Right now, she, Marc’s and Anat’s exploits have been kept quiet.  It happened and things moved on.  Miriam and Mordechai lived in their own religious cocoon. So even the small amount of news about their antics passed them by. They were solely devoted to Torah study and doing mitzvot.

Alana and Marc retired to separate bedrooms.  His sibling sort of knew about their relationship. But chose to ignore it.

Anat strongly recovered from her last incident with Marc and was waiting to make her move.

Everyone woke up and headed to pray.  Marc was hoping for an aliyah. He wanted the Haftorah.

Alana and Miriam walked over a little slower.  They’ve known each other forever.  Miriam was pushing the stroller holding Sarah, the youngest.  Miriam wasn’t always orthodox. She was observant but got more religious later in life.

The two ladies were enjoying each other’s company. The weather was perfect. The men were entering the temple.  As the ladies got closer apricots and raisins pelted the stroller and nailed Miriam, nearly knocking off her head covering.  She lost her grip on the stroller.  Alana grabbed it but tripped. She screamed for Marc at the top of her lungs. He raced away from the door and grabbed his niece. Alana jumped up and started drowning the area in wine. She didn’t want to give Anat a leg to stand on. Marc placed Sarah back in the stroller and helped his sister.  He got them into the building.

Marc watched Alana flood the area. But the problem was they had no idea where Anat was.  At least the wine was kosher.

Anat came flying down from the top of a tree.  Thankfully this was going on in a religious community and everyone was inside praying.  As she exited the last branch Marc belted her with a barrage of pomegranates.  She fell face down into a pool of wine. Her eyes blurred.  But she stumbled up and fired away dozens of raisins. She was met with figs and barley. Some honey was splattered at her, too.

Alana charged Anat with a solid punch in the face. That caught her nemesis by surprise.

Marc saw the two ladies go at it and walked into the temple and opened a prayer book.

At this point, Marc was still hoping for maftir. But was a little dirty to be called to the Torah.