Back in her bed, narrow and lopsided in the gray Wisconsin gloom, Ruthie lay catatonic for days, refusing to eat, and when Edie came with a tray of soup and tea and dry toast, setting it down on the nightstand and putting her cool hand on Ruthie’s forehead, she couldn’t even look at her mother, staring unblinkingly upward, forming words out of the cracks in the ceiling .
Rabbi Silverman came to speak to her, trying to glean just what had made her want to run away – and to the Lubavitchers no less. But Ruthie was speechless, watching the Rabbi’s lips move and hearing the sounds spewing forth from his lips made but not able to connect any meaning to them as they formed. His eyes were blue and rheumy and magnified behind bifocals. His breath was sweet and hot. Ruthie’s two days in Brooklyn washed over her like a fever dream, cold sweat, her brain floating in gelatinous haze. She barely registered their whispers, Rabbi Silverman’s calm low voice, her mother’s shrill, her father’s nervous.
On the fourth day, she hadn’t spoken a word, hadn’t eaten a bite, had no explanation to give her worried-sick parents, would not even speak to Sammy, who was trying his best to maintain an air of the everyday, prattling on to her about baseball, his friends, the upcoming school dance and holidays, homework and tests – and not mentioning the stolen money. The stolen money he would file away in the dark recesses of his mind, gathering the mounting injustices for ammunition to use against his family when he reached adulthood.
Paul, barrel-chested, still strong in his mid-50s, fought against the compulsion to let his nervous tics consume him, checking the locks and the knobs on the stove thirty times before leaving the house. He was sick to his stomach as he lifted Ruthie from her bed. No resistance. Ruthie didn’t say a word as her father carried her down the stairs, out the door and lay her across the back seat of the family Buick. Paul closed the door cautiously, sweating, worrying himself over the locks, hoping Sammy would keep things in order while they were away for the afternoon, tugging at his ear lobes. He pulled open the passenger door for his wife, her face worn and drawn, dressed to the nines no less.
When they arrived at Shady Grove, a sprawling Dickensian estate, well-maintained but foreboding, casting a haunting shadow over the grounds, the lawn trimmed and cared for, Ruthie could not lift her head to see it. She stared at her feet and watched as they moved one in front of the other as though they were attached to marionette strings. Ruthie was as hollow and empty as the space between stars. Her mother gripped her shoulder until it hurt. Her father spoke in hushed tones to a man with a commanding voice, drenched in authority even in whisper.
“These nice people will make you well again,” her father said, his voice tremulous with bluff.
“We want our Ruthie back good as new. You listen to the doctors, dear, and be a good girl,” her mother said.
Finally Ruthie was alone. The room was stripped bare. Whitewashed walls and an iron bed, long and narrow with thin sheets that scratched against her skin. The bed springs creaked and groaned under the weight of her slight body.
Not long after, a thin man with a crooked nose and wire-framed glasses entered the room and took her pulse. His voice rose in question and Ruthie nodded or shook her head depending on the way the sounds of his words hit her ear, meanings into which she infused the words.
A nurse handed her a small white pill and told her to swallow. She drank water from a paper cup and slept for the first time in what seemed like years.
Ruthie awoke in a panic, sweatwet and heart beating wildly, like a caught animal, and through the drugged-haze chaos, she knew she couldn’t stay there. She had to get out.
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Celebrating 10 Years & Marking the End of An Amazing Project
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I had a great time deejaying at the Jewrotica event at Columbia University. The live readings were hilarious, informative, and in some cases, deeply moving. I know that I, along with many of my AEPi fraternity brothers, loved being able to connect our Judaism and our sexuality in a way that made all of us feel comfortable and welcome. I look forward to being a part of this again in the future!
I’m so glad that Jewrotica is represented here at Jewlicious! It’s bringing voices that need to be heard in the Jewish discussion and Jewish climate environment.
Jewrotica was everything I had dreamed of and more: sexy attendees, tantalizing confessions, and well-written literature to boot! More importantly, it empowers us Jews to reach inside and own our sexy selves and heritage!
The Jewrotica event “Evening of Jewrotica: Bedside Reading” was awesome. As Master of Confessions, I got to read the deepest, darkest secrets of people in the room out loud… It was scintillating, titillating, and – yes – even educational!
I stepped out of my comfort zone to be a part of this. I was glad to open up the topic of sexuality in my community. We are trying to build a safe space to talk about sex. The result I am most happy about coming from this event is that hopefully now my friends know they can come and talk to me, that I can be their ‘safe space’.
You may not tell your mom that you’re going to a live Jewrotica reading (or whatever clever name you will dub these events) but you will tell your friends. However, both would be jealous if they find out that they missed it. I think it will only be a matter of time before Jewrotica helps us reclaim the term “Dirty Jew” the way rap music has done for “The ‘N’ Word.” I know I am now proud to be a Dirty Jew!
The people behind Jewrotica are quite quality! I have confidence that any project these folks take on will be equally quality.
I’m into Jewrotica. I went in for my second circumcision.
What an incredible night Jewrotica was!!!! There was this fantastic moment, in a sea of Jews of all sexualities, ages, backgrounds and denominations, that I realized we were all in this together! I hope that there are many more events coming to Austin soon!
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