clenched.
âAnd Iâve hurt you. Oh, Max, how stupid of me. Iâm so sorry.â
âWhy donât you just tell me Iâm not good enough for you? Why donât you tell me Iâm a bum and throw me out? You know what my mother says about German Jews? She says they look at us like weâre animals, like weâre not even human.â
âMax, Max, weâre not German Jews, weâre Austrian.â
âSame thing.â
âPoor Max, Iâve hurt you so deeply.â She went over to him, placed her hands on his cheeks, and kissed him lightly on his lips. âDo you forgive me?â
âJesus! Wow! You really kissed me.â
âYes.â
âIâm not going to wash my face. Not for weeks.â
She pursed her lips. âUgh.â
âYou kissed me â yes?â
âYes.â She turned him around and pushed him toward the door. âNow go home. Iâll see you Monday if you wish.â
âI wish, I wish, but weâre booked right out. We got twelve weeks â Buffalo, Chicago, Kansas City, New Orleans, and Philadelphia. But Iâll be back. You bet your sweet patooties Iâll be back.â
[ T H R E E ]
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Max had never hit his sister Freida before. He slapped Ruby around when he needed it, and when Ruby cried out in protest against his brother beating up on him, Max countered, âAnd if I donât teach you the right time, who in hell is going to?â There was some mutual ground and comprehension there, as there was when he had to slap some sense into Benny, age nine. But Freida wailed, âStop it! Stop it! You got no right to hit me!â He had laid a stinging slap on each cheek, her face not her ass, and she whimpered, âYouâre not my father. You got no right.â
âRight? You tell me my rights? You â you little tramp!â
âIâm not a tramp. It happened. It just happened.â
âWhat in hell do you mean, it just happened?â
âI didnât know how to stop. I couldnât stop.â
âYou couldnât stop,â Max whispered hoarsely. âYou dumb little bitch! You havenât got the sense of a sow! Almost eighteen years old, and you get yourself knocked up, and then you tell me that you couldnât help it.â
She threw herself on the bed, sobbing, and Max loomed over her, drove his finger at her, and shouted, if a hoarse whisper can be a shout, âYou know what youâre going to do? Iâll tell you what youâre going to do. Youâre going to marry him.â
Her sobbing ceased. She sat up. âWhat?â
âYou are going to marry him.â
âAre you crazy?â
âMe? Me? Oh, no, baby, crazy is in front of me.â
âHeâs a dumb kid.â
âOh? And you?â
âIâll die first. Iâll kill myself. I swear ââ Her mood changed; the brief defiance turned into supplication. âMaxie, Maxie, please help me, please.â
âHelp you? Whatâs to help you? You want a dowry? You want me to rob a bank so you and that horseâs ass who knocked you up can start life together?â
âIâll kill myself.â
âBullshit.â
âPlease, please help me.â
Now Max looked at her, and possibly it was the first time in his life that he had really looked at her and actually seen her: the reddened tear-swollen eyes, the pink cheeks, the cupid bow of a mouth, and the large, firm breasts bulging her blouse. She was a woman and lush and desirable, and something out of this discovery reached him and touched him.
âDonât tell Mama,â Freida sobbed.
âAll right.â
âYouâll help me, Max?â
âMaybe. Iâll see. But if this ever happens again ââ
âNever, never, never!â
âYeah, sure.â He spun around suddenly, grabbed the door to the hall, and jerked it open. Ruby almost fell into the room, and
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