[stylist] Opinions?

[Judith Bron]

Hi Barbara, Thanks for the feedback.  I didn' think the meal after Shabbos 
services had to be defined because I remember all my Christian friends 
growing up as having a big meal after Sunday services.  I never joined them 
for the meal, but I knew from the description of the preparations that it 
was a big deal.  Judith
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From: "Barbara Hammel" <poetlori8 at msn.com>
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I am captivated by the story.  If you're looking for any critique of grammar
or anything, I'm out.  One thing, though, that meal or something they
prepare after the Sabbath service.  We non-Jews might need to know what's so
important about it.  Thanks for putting Sabbath in parentheses for the first
time so we knew what that was.
Maybe I'm asking for too much detail that may bore other readers, but if
they're Jewish you might as well educate us.  I've read some Christian
romance novels that are set in Amish country.  There are plenty of details
about the customs and traditions.
Barbara

A Congress that will always do its work in the dark must have something to
hide.  The people have spoken, yet they do not listen.

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From: "Judith Bron" <jbron at optonline.net>
Sent: Tuesday, December 29, 2009 3:43 PM
To: "Stylist" <stylist at nfbnet.org>
Subject: [stylist] Opinions?

> Here are the completed first three chapters of my book.  I encourage 
> anyone to give me their feedback.  Happy New Year!  Judith
>
> First Three Chapters THE LETTER
>
> By Judith Bron
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> CHAPTER ONE
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> Curtis Cove, New York November 1977
>
> Jennifer's thoughts were a safe haven and the only place she could escape 
> to for security.  Usually while in her hypnotic state she managed to be 
> cognizant of the world around her.  But this Saturday morning she was so 
> deep in thought she managed to block out the sounds of people talking, 
> kids playing and horns honking.    The beautiful light brown haired girl 
> wandered aimlessly down the street in the teenage uniform of jeans, 
> sweater and navy ski jacket thinking about her inability to love anyone. 
> Suddenly horns blared, tires squealed and sirens wailed.  She lay on the 
> street oblivious to the sounds and horror engulfing her.
>
> Randy, the well muscled captain of her high school football team, jogged 
> down the street towards the accident with his blond hair flying in all 
> directions.  He saw Jennifer lying in the street with a policeman hovering 
> over her.  "Is she all right?"
>
> "Don't know.  Just called for an ambulance.  Who is she?"
>
> "Jennifer Rabinowitz.  She lives a block from here."
>
> "Can you get her parents?"
>
> "She's an orphan.  I'll get her Foster mother.    Where are they taking 
> her?"
>
> "Arthur Memorial Hospital.  They have a good Trauma Center."
>
> Jennifer lay immobile and unconscious, her luxurious long hair covering 
> her face.  Randy's inclination was to brush it aside, but he couldn't get 
> that close.  With one last glance at Jennifer he took off for the Hamilton 
> house.
>
> A burly technician at the scene yelled, "Get the oxygen.  Respiratory 
> distress!"
>
> Unaware of the flurry of activity around her Jennifer floated over her 
> body ending up in a different place.  A woman approached her.  "Jennifer, 
> it's me, Mommy.  I want you to know I love you.  "
>
> Jennifer started following her mother.
>
> Sheila and Randy ran into the emergency room shortly after Jennifer had 
> been brought in.
>
> The waiting doctors began their examination immediately.  Dr. Green, a 
> skinny, balding middle aged man wearing wire rimmed glasses commanded, 
> "Get the defibrillator."
>
>  Unaware of the furor around her Jennifer said, "Mommy, I want to stay 
> here.  My life is awful.  I can't love anyone."
>
> "Your life will get better.  Wonderful people will prove to you that you 
> can love and be loved."
>
> The medical staff brought the equipment necessary to resuscitate Jennifer. 
> Dr. Green applied the panels to Jennifer's chest.  A huge burst of energy 
> started her heart beating again.  Jennifer took a deep, labored breath. In 
> the hospital room a cheer went up among the doctors and nurses.  As soon 
> as Jennifer began breathing on her own she was trundled at top speed to a 
> CAT scan which showed the medical team that neither her spine nor limbs 
> were broken.  She didn't have any internal bleeding.  Dr. Green said to no 
> one in particular, "This is one lucky girl."
>
> Randy and Sheila sat in the waiting room anxiously awaiting word about 
> Jennifer.  Randy glanced at his watch.  "I have to call the coach to tell 
> him I'm not playing this afternoon and Jennifer's not cheering.  Be right 
> back."
>
> Once Jennifer was put in a room Randy and Sheila kept vigil beside her bed 
> gazing bleakly at the   oxygen, bottles of fluid and monitor.  Sheila, a 
> short brown haired exercise enthusiast thought, this is a nightmare!  She 
> mentioned to Randy, "I hope Cindy can handle the kids."
>
> Randy wondered if his beautiful friend with the perfect complexion and sad 
> eyes would ever cheer for a football game again.  After her recovery would 
> she still be the most gorgeous girl in the world?  Once she was back to 
> normal would she continue to refuse his dates?
>
> An alarm on the monitor went off bringing nurses and Dr. Green rushing 
> into the room pushing the platform that held the electric paddles. 
> Oblivious to the panic around her body Jennifer told her mother, "Mommy, I 
> don't want to go back.  I'm different from the other kids.  They remind me 
> all the time."
>
> "Differences are good.  You have a beautiful life ahead of you.  It's time 
> to go back now."
>
> "No, Mommy!  Don't make me go!"
>
> Jennifer slammed back into her body.  Dr. Green lifted the defibrillator, 
> vastly relieved.  "Welcome back, Jennifer.  Hang in there."
>
> Randy leaned forward and spoke to the sleeping girl.  "Keep fighting, 
> Jennifer.  We're all praying for you."
>
> They kept vigil beside her bed.  At one point Randy said, "I can't do much 
> here.  I better head over to the field.  Be back right after the game." 
> Sheila continued praying that her favorite foster child would be all 
> right.  Jennifer would open her eyes briefly before slipping back into 
> either slumber or unconsciousness.  Sheila couldn't tell.  She just kept 
> watching, waiting and praying while the medical staff entered the room to 
> take Jennifer's vitals and read the monitors.
>
> When Randy returned after the game Jennifer woke for more than a few 
> minutes.  Sheila asked, "How do you feel, Jennifer?"
>
> "Weak and sore.  Do I really need this oxygen?"
>
> "I'll check.  Can I get you something to eat?"
>
> "If it's not too much I'd like a cheese sandwich."
>
> "Let me find out."
>
> After she left Randy said, "I played today.  Everyone sends their best 
> wishes.  I was so upset that I blew a touchdown pass.  We lost."
>
> Jennifer responded weakly, "I'm sorry, Randy.  I know how much that trophy 
> means to you."
>
> Carrying a sandwich and cup of juice Sheila appeared at her bedside.  "The 
> nurse said the doctor will be in soon to see about the oxygen.  I brought 
> you a sandwich."
>
> "Thanks, Sheila."
>
> Jennifer started eating her sandwich and Sheila said, "I have to get 
> going.  Cindy has plans for tonight and Ted has to work.  I'll send Ted up 
> with your things.  See you in the morning."  She kissed Jennifer and left.
>
> A minute later a tall, good looking doctor stepped in moving with the 
> assuredness of someone who evoked trust from his patients.  "Good evening, 
> Jennifer.  I'm Dr. Jackson.  I'm covering Dr. Green's patients tonight. 
> Mrs. Hamilton asked the nurse about the oxygen.  I want to keep it going 
> until tomorrow morning.  Dr. Green will evaluate you at that time.  Is 
> there anything else I can do for you?"
>
> "Can I take a shower?"
>
> "When the nurse comes in tomorrow she'll help you with that.  Is 
> everything else all right?"
>
> "I guess so.  Thanks."
>
> Jennifer flashed a painful smile at Randy.  Sounding weak she said,   "I 
> don't remember anything.  Can you tell me about it?"
>
> Randy described the activities that morning.  "At one point your heart 
> stopped beating.  It was strange.  You looked so peaceful.  Do you 
> remember anything?"
>
> She lied, "I don't remember a thing.  I had no idea it was that serious."
>
> "How do you feel now?"
>
> "I nearly died, but other than that fine."
>
> Randy laughed. "Can I ask you a serious question?"
>
> "Sure.  But please forgive me if I'm not in the mood to answer it."
>
> "What will it take for you to go out with me?"
>
> "Randy, there's a lot going on in my head.  I need time to straighten it 
> all out.  Right now you are the best friend I have in the world.  Just 
> keep on being my friend.  That's the best thing you can do for me."
>
> "I know others give you a hard time about your last name.  Is that part of 
> the problem you have to work out?"
>
> "That's a big part of it.  I don't know who I am.  You guys know your 
> parents, what they expect from you and people to turn to when you need 
> answers to important questions.  I haven't had that since I was two.
>
> "I also have my career in clothing design to think about.  I guess right 
> now that's my identity.  But how can you create an identity out of a spool 
> of thread, a piece of cloth and sewing notions?  I need more than that.  I 
> need to explore this Jewish thing.  I guess my parents were Jewish.  How 
> else would I end up with a name like Rabinowitz?  Right now I don't know 
> where to begin my search."
>
> "If there's anything I can do to help you just ask."
>
> "Randy, do I have all kinds of bruises on my face?"
>
> Randy smiled.  "You look like the most beautiful girl in the world who got 
> into a fight and almost lost."
>
> "I guess I didn't lose.  When I get up my courage I'll look in the 
> mirror."
>
> "You're looking tired.  I'll be back tomorrow morning."
>
> "Good night, Randy.  Thanks for being here."
>
>
>
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>
> CHAPTER Two
>
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>
> The Same Saturday morning in Jenna, New York:
>
> On this overcast morning Pessi quietly came up behind two schoolmates 
> after Sabbath services.  She heard the petite Miriam sporting perfectly 
> styled dark hair say to a taller Ruthie with blond hair falling in perfect 
> waves, "Can you believe she goes in public looking so disgusting?  Her 
> coat is a reject from a charity sale.  Those shoes haven't been seen since 
> the Revolutionary War! Her hair is a nesting place for rats with bad 
> taste.  Nothing in the coatroom stood out like the moth holes in her coat! 
> Gross!  I hear she has a family, but no one with any self-respect has 
> claimed her.
>
> "I have to get home.  Rabbi Goldberg's speaking this afternoon.  Want to 
> go?"
>
> Ruthie stopped laughing long enough to answer her friend. "Sure.  Everyone 
> goes to hear Rabbi Goldberg."
>
> "Great.  I'll pick you up after lunch."
>
> Engrossed in their conversation Pessi didn't think the renowned gossips 
> noticed her.  Pessi had to smile at their creative comments.  She knew 
> very well how she looked, but circumstances did this to a person.  Could 
> girls like Ruthie and Miriam ever understand there were more important 
> things in a girl's life than clothes and beauticians?
>
> Here comes Chavy!
>
> Under the overcast November sky Chavy Levy headed home from the synagogue 
> her parents attended for years.  The most popular girl in her class, Chavy 
> had only three problems.  She had to lose 10 pounds, her older brother 
> Yigal had to be the most obnoxious person in the world to live with, and 
> she hated math.  She couldn't figure out why she had to be in a class 
> which had nothing to do with her future.  She had no idea what she would 
> be doing after graduation, but becoming a math teacher wasn't an option! 
> Still, she had to pass or her parents would have a fit.  While strolling 
> along on this Shabbos, Sabbath, morning she admired her surroundings where 
> the men wore traditional hats and younger boys donned skullcaps 
> appropriate for children.  The tall Chavy tossed her shining brown hair 
> over her shoulder, and focused her beautiful brown eyes on the passers by. 
> Women walked with husbands, children or friends. All wore clothing 
> reflecting the special day.  This afternoon Chavy and her friends planned 
> to go to the B'nos club for girls which met every Shabbos afternoon to 
> hear Rabbi Goldberg, the most popular lecturer in the series.  Chavy 
> honestly believed her class to be the greatest.  They all got along while 
> having a ball working together except for Pessi Goldberg who didn't talk 
> to anyone.  Chavy shrugged her shoulders and continued on her way.
>
> At home her mother met her with the traditional Sabbath greeting.  "Good 
> Shabbos, Chavy."
>
> "Good Shabbos, Mommy.  What can I do to help?"
>
> "Can you finish this salad so I can get dressed?"
>
> Pessi's flashback to earlier that day:
>
> Now home after services Pessi greeted her mother who remarked that 
> morning, "Pessi, you have to become involved with the girls at school.  I 
> know many of their mothers, and they are wonderful people."
>
> Pessi told her, "Some of them are probably very nice and the rest aren't 
> my type.  I have the right to be alone."
>
> Her mother rebuked, "It isn't normal for a sixteen year old girl to exist 
> only for homework and her family.  You're a beautiful girl with a lot to 
> offer others.  Please make an effort to become friends with the girls at 
> school.  Now you have to get to Shul.  Want to put your hair in a bun?"
>
> "Mommy, I've told you before my hair is too thick for a bun.  One of these 
> days I'll get it cut."
>
> "Pessi, all I'm asking you to do is try."
>
> "Good Shabbos, Mommy." She had put on her ugly coat and headed for her 
> father's synagogue.  She preferred to run her life her way, and if that 
> meant being alone.
>
> Mrs. Levy returned to the kitchen where her daughter stood finishing the 
> salad.  A few minutes later   the family sat down to their Shabbos meal.
>
> The legendary arguments between Chavy and her dark haired, good looking 
> brother Yigal started almost immediately.  "Chavy, where's the grape 
> juice?"
>
> "On the door of the fridge."
>
> "Why isn't it on the table?"  Yigal needed the drink to say the required 
> prayer over wine or grape juice before his Shabbos meal.
>
> "Go and get it.  The bottle isn't heavy."
>
> Their father boomed, "I've had enough from the two of you!  You can both 
> bring the juice to the table."  They glanced at each other before getting 
> up.  The Rabbi continued, "When you get back I don't want either of you 
> saying a word.  Obviously you're not mature enough to talk decently to 
> anyone."
>
> Done straightening up after the meal Chavy and her petite, pretty sister 
> Chumy with chin length light brown hair got ready for B'nos.  Yigal told 
> Chavy, "You better be home for sudat shlishit.  You're the only one who 
> prepares the third Sabbath meal so well."
>
> "It would serve you right if I couldn't be here. Then you'll be forced to 
> make it yourself!"
>
> "I can't even compliment you without some smart answer.  O.K. Chavy, Don't 
> come home to make your horrid food.  We'll live longer without it!"  He 
> smiled at her revealing the dimple in his right cheek.
>
> "All right, Yigal.  I won't be here.  I'm sure I can find a place where 
> they'll take me in."
>
> "Don't bet on it, Chavy.  It obviously takes a strong person like me to 
> put up with you."
>
> At the school door Chavy heard the tenth grade yentas behind her.  Miriam 
> said, "Do you think the reject with the rat's nest on her head wearing her 
> home for displaced moths will show up?"
>
> An equally cruel Ruthie answered, "I don't think she would have the nerve 
> to socialize with civilized society.  B'nos isn't a place for outcasts."
>
> Chavy's temper flared.  She threw them a dirty look.  "Don't you have 
> anything else to talk about?  What bothers you about a girl you don't 
> know?  Life contains a lot of hard lessons.  Someday you're going to find 
> that out."  The two of them returned her dirty look before going to hang 
> up their coats.
>
> Our first glimpse into Pessi's introverted persona-
>
> Chavy entered the school auditorium, already half full for the Rabbi's 
> lecture.  To her surprise Pessi sat alone in the back.  She saw the 
> overgrown hair, ugly shoes, and sad eyes.  Chavy wondered about this girl 
> who arrived at school just as the bell rang and always left when the first 
> dismissal bell sounded without a word to anyone.  During lunch she sat 
> with her Psalm book saying nothing to any of the girls.  Gossips like 
> Miriam and Ruthie entertained themselves with Pessi Goldberg jokes, but 
> most girls tried to get Pessi involved with the mainstream student body. 
> When it was obvious they failed, the feeling became pity.
>
> Now Chavy observed the brunt of jokes by the narrow minds and object of 
> pity for most of the girls, feeling bewildered.  Well, the bewilderment 
> had to stop and once and for all she had to make contact with this 
> mysterious girl.  She never remembered seeing Pessi before on Shabbos. The 
> contrast between Pessi's clothes and the others was glaring.  While most 
> girls wore nice Shabbos clothes, Pessi wore a simple skirt and sweater 
> appropriate for the weekday.  Pessi sat there reading the same Psalm book 
> she read all week.  Chavy knew the time had come to jump over Pessi's self 
> constructed barrier.
>
> With fortified convictions she approached her classmate.  "Good Shabbos, 
> Pessi.  How are you?"
>
> "Good Shabbos, Chavy.  I'm waiting for Rabbi Goldberg.  I need some of the 
> emotional support he always gives."  Pessi returned to her book, signaling 
> the end of the conversation.    Chavy never remembered Pessi communicating 
> more than a cursory greeting until now.
>
> Determined to help her classmate Chavy said, "Pessi, come sit with the 
> class."
>
> Pessi raised her clear blue eyes.  "I'm fine right here."  She lowered her 
> eyes to her book, again conveying the end of the conversation.
>
> Though an assertive girl who always managed to control any situation she 
> found herself in, Chavy felt intimidated by Pessi who exhibited a certain 
> inner strength she couldn't match.   Baffled, she sat down near the girl, 
> trying to think of what she could say to at least entice her to join the 
> group.  "Pessi, you're a nice girl, but you don't talk to anyone."
>
> "My life is different. I have nothing in common with any of you."  Pessi 
> returned her attention to her book.
>
> Chavy stared at the girl absorbed in her Psalm book.  She thought Pessi 
> could be very pretty if she had a hair cut and wore nicer clothes.  Her 
> eyes, outlined by thick, luxurious lashes, seemed sad.  Chavy wondered 
> what lay under this façade.
>
> Both girls were sixteen, but Pessi had never been to a school social 
> event, a class birthday party or someone else's house for Shabbos.
>
> She had to try one more time.  "Pessi, we want to be your friend.  Please 
> come sit with us."
>
> "Chavy, I'm here for the Rabbi's lecture, and have to go after he's 
> finished."
>
> "All I'm asking you to do is sit with us.  I already told my brother I'm 
> not coming back to make Sudat shlishit for him.  I don't feel like it. How 
> about it?  Come sit with us, stay for refreshments, and I'll go back to 
> help you with whatever you have to do."
>
> In a soft voice Pessi answered, "I don't want to impose."
>
> The well-rehearsed Chavy immediately shot back, "I don't want to go back 
> to my brothers today.  I'll go home with you and call my father after 
> Shabbos to pick me up."
>
> Chavy was good.  Pessi felt herself giving in.    She smiled for the first 
> time.   "All right, Chavy.  Let's go sit with the others."
>
> The tall girls reached the front of the auditorium just as the Rabbi with 
> his dark beard and piercing brown eyes started towards the podium.  All 
> the girls stood respectfully until the Rabbi reached his place.
>
> The audience turned their undivided attention to Rabbi Goldberg, but no 
> one turned greater concentration to the speaker than Pessi.
>
> Today the theme of the lecture encompassed the difficult things confronted 
> by people, and how individuals should perceive challenging situations.
>
> "If someone isn't well we perceive that as unfortunate.  It is terrible to 
> see someone suffer with illness.  As Jewish people we're told to say 
> Psalms with the hope they recover.  But what happens if they don't 
> recover?  What happens if we said our Tehillim, and they pass away, Heaven 
> forbid, anyway?  Should we think our prayers weren't answered?  No."  The 
> Rabbi looked straight at Pessi. "It has nothing to do with us.  Let me try 
> to bring it down to a more comprehensible level.
>
> "Let's say I bring to one of you high school girls a blueprint from the 
> best architect in the country.  He has drawn plans for the biggest, best 
> building this country has ever seen.  You're high school girls and, to the 
> best of my knowledge, none of you ever studied architecture."
>
> The girls giggled and he continued.  "So, I go to your desk, put down the 
> drawing and ask what you think of it.  What are you supposed to say?  You 
> have no idea how to evaluate such diagrams."  The girls sat mesmerized by 
> the Rabbi's words. "Why are the heating pipes over there?  Why are there 
> no windows on that wall?  Considering the best architect in the country 
> drew the plan wouldn't it make sense he knew what he was doing?  The 
> architect knew how different forces worked together to make the building a 
> viable one.  You see girls, you have no right interpreting the architect's 
> drawing or expressing an opinion.  Only someone of equal stature to the 
> architect has that right.  If one of his peers asks why the windows are 
> where they are after studying the plan he knows what he's talking about, 
> but you girls don't.  You don't understand airflow or different 
> infrastructures such as plumbing, heating, and electric.  You're in no 
> position to judge the architect.
>
> "The Almighty is the architect of the world.  Only He knows if something 
> is good or bad.  Because we aren't on His level we can't objectively judge 
> what He does.  As with the blueprint, we can say the windows look better 
> on the left rather than the right, but the architect knows about the 
> airflow in the building, and how the other infrastructures will work 
> together.  We don't know architecture or understand the blueprint of the 
> world.  But as the customer trusts the architect, we trust the Almighty 
> because only He knows what is best."
>
> Pessi understood the Rabbi's words, and turned closer attention to him 
> with tears streaming down her face.  Chavy wondered about her reaction.
>
>  "We can say we're saying Tehillim for the sick and, Heaven forbid, they 
> pass away.  Weren't our prayers good enough?  We know they were, but what 
> the Almighty knows is good is not always what we think of as acceptable. 
> In the end we don't even know how to judge good as it pertains to 
> individual situations.  In short, girls, there are no answers, but we can 
> just do what we have control over.  If someone is sick, and we say 
> Tehillim it is right.  Why?  Because it certainly won't hurt, and has 
> proven to be a great help in many situations.  Is it a guarantee? 
> Certainly not.  There aren't any guarantees.  We have to place perfect 
> faith in the Almighty because He's our Father in heaven, and well aware of 
> the total plan for this world.  We know our Father in heaven doesn't 
> intentionally hurt his children."
>
> Chavy saw the Rabbi speaking directly to a sobbing Pessi.  She wondered 
> why the other kids couldn't see the sparks flying between the two.  Chavy 
> didn't wonder why the Rabbi addressed Pessi.  Evidently he knew the 
> family, and understood whatever haunted this girl.  If only Chavy knew the 
> problem perhaps there would be something she could do.
>
> The Rabbi continued, "We know the Almighty wants us to do everything with 
> joy because He wants us all to be happy as a father wants his children to 
> be happy.  Every day we all ask for many different things from our Father 
> in Heaven as we try our best to please Him as a child tries to please a 
> father.  This is the reason our lives are spent learning Torah or the Five 
> Books of Moses, and performing the Mitzvahs, religious obligations, 
> commanded us in this precious gift He gave us.  Our responsibility is to 
> show our Father we love Him as we carry out His commandments with our 
> heartfelt joy.  Before I leave I want each of you to take your Tehillim 
> book and say two Psalms for each of these people who aren't well. 
> Hopefully, our prayers will be heard and these people will be granted a 
> speedy and complete recovery."  He read three names using the Hebrew name 
> of the person followed by the Hebrew name of their mother.  Pessi blinked 
> back tears and opened the book.  A short while later the Rabbi said, "Good 
> Shabbos, girls" indicating the end of the lecture.
>
> The girls headed for the lunchroom where a beautiful dessert buffet 
> awaited them. At Chavy's side Pessi said, "I have a question for the 
> Rabbi.  Be right back."
>
> Chavy found herself drawn to the dessert buffet, envying all the calories 
> she didn't need.  She spotted fruit on the other table and reluctantly 
> took a plate of the colorful, but less fattening food.
>
> Chavy's friend Shayna, a bubbly, short girl with dark curly hair came up 
> to her holding a plate stacked with delectable goodies.  "Chavy, are you 
> the party pooper?  How can you eat fruit with all this gorgeous stuff 
> staring you in the face?"
>
> "Shayna, when most of your clothes don't fit, we can open a second-hand 
> store.  Until then you can eat your calories and I'll try to like this 
> stuff."
>
> Shayna laughed, and returned to other friends.
>
> Chavy glanced at Pessi talking to Rabbi Goldberg.  She must have had a 
> simple question.  She spent only a minute with the Rabbi before heading 
> back to Chavy.
>
> Pessi picked up a pastry.  "These pastries are great!"
>
> "You're so skinny you could probably eat the whole table and never show 
> it.  I have weight to lose so I stick to fruit.  Have some, it's good."
>
> Pessi laughed, reaching for another pastry.  "Chavy, I have to go soon. My 
> mother isn't well."
>
> "No problem.  I can eat only so much fruit."
>
> In one corner of the room Miriam and Ruthie stood with a few of their 
> friends never taking their eyes off Pessi and Chavy.  Chavy saw them and 
> could only imagine the venom they spewed.  She wanted to confront them, 
> but turned her attention back to Pessi.
>
> When they finished eating Pessi and Chavy headed for the coat room.
>
> Pessi wondered if she was making the right move.  How come she decided to 
> leave the school with Chavy today?  Was she proving that despite her 
> strong resolve she needed someone?  Absolutely not!  She predicted that by 
> Monday Chavy would be totally bored with her and both of them would return 
> to their own corner of the world.  That would be all the proof she needed 
> to demonstrate that she didn't need anyone else in her life.
>
> Pessi lived some distance from the school.  On the streets they traveled 
> Chavy didn't see any of the sights she associated with Shabbos afternoon 
> in her neighborhood.
>
> Pessi clung to her pride, still not completely sure about letting another 
> girl into her life.  Pessi glanced at Chavy's beautiful gray wool coat 
> with black velvet collar and cuffs.  She remembered how it felt to be 
> wearing such a fine garment, but that was in the past.
>
> Chavy felt Pessi's discomfort.  She tried chatting about school 
> activities, upcoming tests and the weather.  Pessi wanted to discuss 
> classes and course work.
>
> Chavy envied the ease with which she discussed topics such as math and 
> chemistry.  She still believed Trigonometry to be an obscure planet, but 
> in her soft voice Pessi discussed it with the ease Chavy spoke of her 
> favorite foods.
>
> Fifteen minutes later they reached Pessi's house.  Like others in the 
> neighborhood the small, run-down structure appeared as if it had seen 
> better days.  Chavy didn't care.  Over the years she had been friends with 
> girls from the biggest and best homes and others from houses like this. 
> She didn't choose her friends according to their zip codes.
>
> The two girls entered Pessi's dingy foyer.     Immediately a dark haired, 
> round faced little boy ran to her. "Good Shabbos, Pessi!"
>
> Pessi picked up the child and kissed him. "Moshe, did you take care of 
> Mommy?"
>
> The little boy's expression turned serious. "Mommy read me a book."
>
> "I'm sure she enjoyed that.  Let's go see her."
>
> On the sofa in the dining room lay Pessi's mother, a gaunt and obviously 
> very ill woman.  Pessi gave her mother a kiss before stooping to pick up 
> her blanket on the floor. She lovingly spread it over her.  "Good Shabbos, 
> Mommy.  This is Chavy Levy from school.  Tatty said she could come home 
> with me."
>
>  Seeing Pessi with a friend made Shayna Goldberg happier than she had been 
> in months.  "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chavy.  How are you?"
>
> Chavy hoped her shock didn't show.  The Rabbi was Pessi's father?    She 
> recovered her composure and answered, "I'm fine, Mrs. Goldberg.  It's so 
> nice to meet you."
>
> "How did Tatty's lecture go, Pessi?"
>
> A bell rang in Chavy's mind.  Whatever was in the Rabbi's speech today had 
> been planned to address an issue in his daughter's life.  Gazing at the 
> emaciated woman on the couch wearing a pretty scarf on her head Chavy 
> began to understand the message.
>
> Pessi's eyes darted from her mother to Chavy.  "Chavy didn't know my 
> father is Rabbi Goldberg.  I never told anyone.  The lecture was one of 
> the best he ever gave."
>
> "Why did you keep your father's identity a secret?"
>
> "I feel better being a private person."
>
> "Even though people know who your father is, you can still be a private 
> person.  Could you please set out sudat shlishit before Tatty gets home?"
>
> Pessi chose to ignore her mother's latest prelude to a fight.  "Sure. I'll 
> do it now."
>
> After arriving home Rabbi Goldberg greeted their guest before turning to 
> his wife. "Shayna, can I help you to the table?"
>
> "I would like that, thank you."
>
> The Rabbi supported his wife the short distance from the sofa to the 
> table.  He then said, "Everybody can go and wash."
>
> Moshe brought a bowl and cup of water for his mother to ritually wash her 
> hands.  Mrs. Goldberg was too weak to wash at the sink with everyone else.
>
> In the tiny kitchen with doors falling off the cabinets Chavy asked Pessi, 
> "Can you come to my house after Shabbos if I help you clean up?  My father 
> can pick us up."
>
> "I'll ask."  Back at the table the Rabbi said the blessing on the bread. 
> They all took a bite from their roll and Pessi asked, "Tatty, Chavy wants 
> to know if I can go to her house after Shabbos.  Can I?"
>
> Mrs. Goldberg immediately answered, "Go, dear.  It's good for you to get 
> out." Rabbi Goldberg added, "You can go if you have a ride home."
>
> "I'll ask my father, but it shouldn't be a problem."
>
> "In that case I give my permission.  Have a good time."
>
> Two dark haired teenage boys with small beards entered the house.  Pessi 
> said, "Those are my brothers."
>
> Chavy glanced at the boys who were headed for the kitchen to wash in 
> preparation for their meal.
>
> Avi Goldberg heard his father say, "Chavy, your father and I are very 
> close friends.  I know Rabbi Levy for many years.  How is he?"
>
> "He's doing well."
>
> "Please give him my regards."
>
> Avi stifled his laughter.  So his best friend Yigal Levy's sister was 
> Pessi's new friend?  He already agreed with all the complaints about her. 
> Why did Pessi pick up such a pain in the neck girl?
>
> After a brief talk by the Rabbi on the week's Torah reading Chavy quietly 
> said to Pessi, "Why did you keep your father's identity a secret?"
>
> Pessi thought about the giant plunge she had taken, wondering if she 
> should share anything more about her life.  Seeing the sincere expression 
> in Chavy's eyes she decided to confide more.  "Goldberg is such a common 
> name.  No one knew.  No one knows except you now.  I'm happy being 
> anonymous."
>
> The two girls said the blessing after the meal before going into the 
> dinette.
>
> Pessi started in a low voice.  "My mother has cancer.  She's getting chemo 
> once a week, but her reports aren't good.  We moved to Jenna ten months 
> ago to be closer to better hospitals.  My father used to have a big 
> congregation and good job, but since moving here he hasn't been 
> successful.  I wear weekday clothes on the Sabbath because my last Shabbos 
> outfit doesn't fit.
>
> "I didn't want to get close to the girls at school.  They look at my 
> disgusting hair, inappropriate clothes and don't want that either."
>
> Chavy listened to Pessi with sympathy.
>
> "I'm so nervous about my mother that all I do is go to school, keep up 
> this house, help my mother and family, and pray.  My father gave the 
> speech today for me.  I love my mother and can't face what's happening.  I 
> keep thinking if I do more for her she'll get better, but my father claims 
> it's out of my hands."
>
> Chavy never met another sixteen-year- old confronting so many challenges. 
> How did she do it?
>
> "You're the first girl I brought home from school since moving to Jenna. 
> My parents always say they want me to have friends, but I'm ashamed of our 
> situation.  I prefer being alone with my problems rather than being the 
> object of pity or ridicule.  This issue has been a source of conflict 
> between my mother and me."
>
> "Pessi, if you hung up a few curtains with some pictures this place 
> wouldn't be half bad."
>
> "We can't afford curtains, and don't have any pictures.  We had paintings 
> where we lived before, but Tatty sold them for Mommy's medical care.  The 
> drapes in the old house were custom made so we left them."
>
> "My mother has a closet full of curtains.  Every time she sees a curtain 
> sale she replaces ours.  Also, I have some clothes I got too fat for. I'll 
> show them to you later.  Don't be ashamed.  None of us lives in a palace.
>
> "Also, there's Chesed at school.  As you know this group does community 
> service.  They can come and help you out a few times a week.  I know the 
> girl in charge of it. I'll discuss it with her tomorrow."
>
> "Don't talk to her, Chavy.  I'm ashamed.  My beautiful mother is so sick 
> and looks terrible."
>
> "Don't be ashamed.  There's nothing wrong with you. When your mother 
> recovers she'll look better."
>
> Pessi started crying, arousing Chavy's concern.  "Pessi, I didn't mean to 
> upset you."
>
> "The doctors say now Mommy won't get any better.  They want to stop her 
> therapy."
>
> Chavy put an arm around the shoulders of the sobbing girl.  From what 
> little she understood about cancer, she knew that when a doctor said a 
> person wouldn't get any better and stopped the treatment it didn't mean 
> they expected good news.
>
> "We all know it's the end.  My mother is happy you came over today.  She's 
> been telling me for a long time I need to find friends.  I tried to ignore 
> it because I have too much to do and don't want anyone to know how poor we 
> are."
>
> "Don't worry about what the others think.  Tonight we're going to raid my 
> mother's curtain closet.  Do you have any family pictures?"
>
> "Sure.  We used to take pictures all the time."
>
> "Great.  Tonight we're going hunting. Tomorrow after school we go to 
> work."  They smiled at each other.  Pessi had a friend for the first time 
> in years.
>
> Pessi had to admit having a confidant to support her through this crisis 
> felt good.  Her parents had been right.  In spite of her strong resolve 
> Pessi did need others to help her through this difficult time.
>
> Chavy called her father after they were done cleaning up.  He agreed to 
> pick them up and bring Pessi back later.
>
> Chavy went to Mrs. Goldberg on her sofa.  "Thank you for a wonderful 
> Shabbos, Mrs. Goldberg."
>
> "The pleasure is all ours, Chavy.  It's wonderful to see Pessi with a girl 
> her age.  My little one, Suri, is at a friend's now, but Pessi stays home 
> to do everything I should be doing around here.  I couldn't manage without 
> her."
>
> "Mommy!  I told you I help you because I love you.  Don't make it sound 
> like I'm something exceptional when I'm just doing what I want."
>
> Pessi turned and led the way to the foyer where they waited for Rabbi 
> Levy.
>
> Back at Chavy's Yigal stood in the kitchen with a dishtowel over his arm 
> glaring at his sister.  "I'll get you for this, Chavy Levy!  This is cruel 
> and unusual punishment! Mommy felt that since my mouth caused you to not 
> come right home I deserved this horrible fate.  Our dear sister Chumy 
> insisted I dry.  It should be illegal to have little sisters!"
>
> "Yigal, when you find yourself a good wife I'll help you pack your bags."
>
> Pessi joined the laughter unable to remember the last time she laughed 
> from genuine happiness.
>
> Yigal turned to Chavy's friend.  "Is Avi Goldberg your brother?"
>
> Surprised, Pessi answered, "Yes.  Do you know him?"
>
> "Sure.  We go to Yeshiva together.  I tell him about my pain in the neck 
> sister, but he insists his sister is a doll.  Can you teach my sister to 
> be a doll?"
>
> "My brothers look at me as a doll because we treat each other with 
> respect.  Respect works two ways."
>
> "Yigal, after you learn from the Goldberg boys how to treat a good sister 
> perhaps Pessi can teach me a few things.  Until then, cut the 
> complaining."
>
> Chumy said, "Back to work, Yigal.  Only a few dishes to go."  After giving 
> Chavy another dirty look Yigal returned to the kitchen.
>
> Mrs. Levy, a tall lady with short light brown hair whose daughter Chavy 
> bore her winning smile came to greet Pessi.  Chavy asked, "Mommy, you know 
> all those curtains you have hanging in the closet?"
>
> "Yes, dear.  Why?"
>
> "Can we go through them to choose some for Pessi's house?"
>
> "Sure.  I'm sure Mrs. Goldberg will enjoy them."
>
> Bassie Levy visited Shayna Goldberg every week since the family moved to 
> Jenna and they became good friends, but Bassie knew the extent of her 
> illness.  Last week she confided they were stopping treatment.  Everyone 
> knew what that meant.
>
> Downstairs the girls started going through the closet.  In time they came 
> back with curtains and a few paintings.  Mrs. Levy approved everything 
> before the two headed up to Chavy's room.
>
> Chavy smiled at Pessi.  "You're a very pretty girl.  All you need is a 
> good haircut.  I cut Chumy's and some of my friends' hair all the time.  I 
> enjoy doing it and they always come out of my bathroom looking great.  Can 
> I do yours?"
>
> "If it's not too much trouble I'd love it.  I can't remember the last time 
> I had a good haircut."
>
> In the upstairs bathroom Chavy shampooed Pessi's thick, luxurious black 
> hair.  She took her scissors and began working her magic.  Once done she 
> stood behind Pessi admiring the image in the mirror.  "Pessi, you have the 
> darkest, thickest hair I ever saw.  You'll be the envy of every girl in 
> the school."
>
> "When my hair is properly cut it's my best feature."
>
> "It isn't your best feature.  Those beautiful blue eyes with your dark 
> hair are an unbeatable match."
>
> Pessi again admired her reflection.  "This feels great!  I don't know how 
> to thank you."
>
> "Forget the thanks.  This is my pleasure."
>
> In the bedroom Chavy took two outfits which no longer fit from her closet. 
> "Here are two good Shabbos outfits.  If they fit they're yours.  Here's a 
> pair of black shoes I outgrew.  They're in perfect condition.  Want to try 
> them on?"
>
> Pessi gazed at the lovely clothing.  Her jaw settled into the same 
> stubborn line Chavy witnessed earlier. Pessi thought about her policy of 
> never accepting charity.  "I feel strange accepting these beautiful 
> things.  I never took charity before."
>
> "This isn't charity.  Keeping these clothes in the closet hurts me every 
> time I open the door to get my uniform.  I don't want to keep pushing the 
> hangers that represent the way I used to be."
>
> Pessi took a long while to make up her mind.  How much could she change in 
> one day?  Chavy thought she would just leave the clothes on the bed.
>
> Eventually Pessi took off her sweater and pulled on the top to a black and 
> white outfit that matched the pretty black pumps.  The shoes fit 
> perfectly.  Seeing her reflection in the mirror she couldn't believe the 
> difference.  She hadn't looked this good in ages.  She tried on the other 
> gray and pink wool outfit which also transformed her into a fashionable 
> young lady.
>
> Chavy sighed.  "I wish I could be as skinny as you."
>
> "Don't be silly, Chavy.  You look fine the way you are!"
>
> "That's very nice of you, but I can read a scale.  For now all I can do is 
> find good friends to take my beautiful clothes off my hands."
>
> Pessi sat on one of the beds observing Chavy's attractive room with white 
> walls and pretty blue plush carpet.  Pictures of Chavy and Chumy growing 
> up hung around the room.  She turned back to Chavy.  "At first I believed 
> that by Monday morning you would have gotten sick of me and my problems, 
> and we would have both crept back into our own lives.  But I was wrong.  I 
> know you aren't turned off at our run-down house or my beautiful mother 
> who looks awful now.  I knew from the beginning you didn't take a look at 
> my inappropriate clothes and figure they told my whole story.
>
> "I'm familiar with most of the girls.  Tatty learns the holy books with 
> many of their fathers. A lot of their mothers visit mine.
>
> "If I didn't have to go straight home after school, I might be willing to 
> make friends with the girls.  My mother has been trying to get me to do 
> that.  We argue about it constantly. I have the right to run my own life, 
> but she feels that I'm too much of a loner.   I love her, but this is one 
> topic we'll never agree on.  I'm just more comfortable being a hermit."
>
> "Are you really comfortable like that?"
>
> "I don't know right now.  Let's see how it goes.  I can be social with the 
> other girls at school, but our relationships will end at the school door."
>
> Chavy ignored her last statement.  "I want Chesed to help you out.  You 
> need and deserve it.  I'll just say one of your parents isn't well so the 
> responsibility for everything is on your shoulders."
>
> "In spite of our poverty, I'm a proud person and never took such generous 
> charity."
>
> "It's not charity.  Chesed girls go out to help people all week long. When 
> getting help from our community service group no one has to divulge any 
> private information about themselves.  They say they need the help for one 
> reason or another and we send them girls."
>
> Pessi remained quiet for a long time.  Chavy started to think she was 
> going to refuse her suggestion.
>
> "I could use the help.  Thank you."  For the first time in five years 
> Pessi admitted needing anyone.  It shocked her to realize this big step 
> felt mighty good.
>
> "Tomorrow in school I'll try to be more a part of the class.  I'll say my 
> Tehillim, but will also try to talk to the other girls."
>
> "For the fall holidays we attended your father's Synagogue.  My mother 
> mentioned our fathers were classmates in Yeshiva.  Did you know that?"
>
> "I know that our fathers know each other, but he never told me their 
> relationship dated back to their days in school."
>
> Mrs. Levy knocked on the door.  "Girls, it's late.  Tatty can take Pessi 
> home now."
>
> "Let's go, Pessi."  Chavy helped Pessi take everything out to the car.
>
> At home Pessi's mother lay on her couch and her father was studying the 
> Holy books in his office.  When she entered the room Mrs. Goldberg stared 
> at her in surprise.  "Pessi, you're beautiful! You haven't looked this 
> good in years.  Who cut your hair?"
>
> "Chavy.  She cuts her sister Chumy's hair all the time.  What do you 
> think?" She turned around to give her mother the full effect.
>
> "I love it.  You must keep it up.  You have such beautiful hair."
>
> Her mother's eyes fell on the bags she carried.  "What do you have there?"
>
> "Mrs. Levy buys curtains every time she sees a sale so has lots of them in 
> the basement.  She gave me some to try to make this place look better. 
> Chavy also gave me a few paintings to spruce it up."
>
> Shayna sighed.  She hadn't done anything for her home in a long time. 
> "I'll get Avi and Yitzy to hang up rods and picture hooks tomorrow.  What 
> else do you have?"
>
> "Chavy gained some weight so doesn't fit into a few of her outfits. 
> There's also a pair of shoes she outgrew.  I think they're real nice. 
> Look."
>
> Mrs. Goldberg admired the clothes and shoes. "They're all beautiful, 
> Pessi.  You'll look gorgeous.  Wear everything well, dear."  Pessi kissed 
> her mother good night and headed for her room.  Mrs. Goldberg stifled her 
> smile until her daughter climbed the stairs.  Would Pessi use her 
> friendship with Chavy to become involved with other girls?  Could Pessi 
> finally realize that she was indeed a beautiful, intelligent and fun girl? 
> She knew Pessi had withdrawn from the world of other girls because of 
> their poverty and her illness.  She would take her guilt to her grave.
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> CHAPTER THREE
>
>
>
> Sunday morning Dr. Green, sporting his wire rimmed glasses and a pleasant 
> smile began his rounds with Jennifer.  "Hello, Jennifer.  How do you 
> feel?"
>
> "A bit weak and sore."
>
> "I want to walk with you to the nurse's station.  Are you up for it?"
>
> "I'll try."
>
> The doctor disconnected the oxygen after reading the monitor.  "We'll 
> dispense with the oxygen today."
>
> Jennifer reached for the robe Sheila's husband Ted brought her the 
> previous night.  Sliding carefully off the bed she felt an unfamiliar 
> stiffness in her knee, but remembered she had suffered a now bandaged 
> wound in the accident.  Ignoring the discomfort she started slowly towards 
> the nurse's station.  By the time she got there traveling had become 
> easier.
>
> "You're looking good, Jennifer.  I want to run a few tests tomorrow.  I'm 
> not restricting your diet.   I anticipate you feeling better soon."
>
> Jennifer slowly returned to bed.  A few minutes later a nurse entered the 
> room to help her take a shower.  The warm water felt so good.  After the 
> shower she slipped into her nightgown before glancing into the bathroom 
> mirror.  Yikes!  She looked horrible!  She couldn't go back to school like 
> this.  She wouldn't give her classmates more humor on her behalf.
>
> When she returned to bed the phone rang.
>
> "Hi, Jennifer.  It's Randy."
>
> "Good morning, Randy.  I just took a shower, and looked at myself in the 
> mirror.  Why didn't you tell me I look like Frankenstein's twin sister?"
>
> Randy laughed.  "Jennifer, you were in an accident.  In a few days you'll 
> be your gorgeous self.  I'm about to leave for the hospital.  Can I bring 
> you anything?"
>
> "No thanks, Randy.  See you soon."
>
>
>
> Pessi arrived at her all girls' school that morning to the sound of the 
> ringing late bell.  The girls immediately noticed the stark contrast 
> between last week's ragamuffin, and the girl who entered the classroom. 
> With head held high, Pessi smiled at Chavy.
>
> The day started as usual with the Morning Prayer service.  Afterwards Mrs. 
> Rosenstein stood in front of the class smiling broadly wearing a green 
> tailored suit over her ample figure.  She announced that Hanukkah was 
> coming.  "Girls, this year the eleventh grade classes have been given the 
> assignment of hosting a party for the entire high school.  This class has 
> charge of food.  The other eleventh grade is in charge of donations, 
> entertainment, and games.  I'm giving out the jobs.    Who wants to 
> volunteer to set up?"  She took down the names of the volunteers and 
> continued, "The school cook will prepare the traditional Hanukkah potato 
> latkes, pancakes, but I need girls to make cakes, cookies, and arrange 
> fruit platters."
>
> To the shock of the girls Pessi raised her hand first.  She said to the 
> dark haired woman, "Mrs. Rosenstein, I can make a frosted cake."
>
> Pessi never did anything with them.  What happened between last week and 
> today that made such changes in this loner?
>
> Pessi couldn't believe her actions either.  Why did she volunteer so 
> readily?  What would happen if the cake flopped?  She knew how to bake a 
> cake, but what would happen if the girls hated it?  She hoped her mistrust 
> in herself didn't show in her expression.
>
> Chavy was the next to raise her hand.  "I'm selfishly volunteering to 
> prepare a fruit platter so I have something to eat.  I'll also bring a few 
> bottles of diet soda."
>
> Amidst the laughter Mrs. Rosenstein replied, "Thank you, Chavy.  I'm sure 
> your efforts will be appreciated by more girls than you."
>
> When the recess bell rang they pulled snacks from their backpacks before 
> wandering into the hall.  After saying her Psalms Pessi sought out Chavy. 
> She found her speaking to Shayna.  "Good morning, Chavy.  Thanks for 
> everything yesterday."
>
> Chavy flashed a broad grin.  "No problem, Pessi.  I'm sure you know 
> Shayna."
>
> "Pessi, your haircut is phenomenal!  Who cut it?"
>
> Pessi felt herself blush and Chavy answered, "Her hairdresser has golden 
> hands.  I love it!"
>
> Chavy needed to see Toby from Chesed to set up the help for Pessi.  She 
> found the tall girl with classmates.  "Good morning, Toby.  I have to 
> speak to you about Chesed.  Let's grab a private corner."
>
> In an empty classroom Chavy began, "A serious situation has come up. 
> There's a girl in our school who's poverty stricken with a mother dying 
> from cancer.  Their house is a rundown converted summer home, and all the 
> work has fallen on her shoulders.  The problem is this isn't a project for 
> everyone.  She'll only accept Chesed if the situation is held in 
> confidence.  For this reason I want to restrict it to the two of us.  The 
> girl is Pessi Goldberg.  Rabbi Goldberg is her father, but that's also a 
> secret.  She doesn't want anyone pretending to like her because her father 
> is well-known.  I want to go there four days a week starting tomorrow. Are 
> you in?"
>
> Toby nodded, her dark ponytail flying.  What an awful story!  According to 
> the guidelines of Chesed no one got help from the community service group 
> more than once a week.  Obviously this was a special situation.  "If it 
> wasn't serious you wouldn't be telling me this, and insisting on Chesed 
> four days a week.  I'm in.  We'll take the bus with Pessi tomorrow. By the 
> way, I saw her today.   She's stunning!  Who did her hair?"
>
> "Her hairdresser has golden hands.  Thanks a lot, Toby.  See you later." 
> Chavy started happily down the hall toward her next class excited things 
> were working out for Pessi.
>
> When her good looking sons came from Yeshiva at lunchtime Mrs. Goldberg 
> told them she wanted the curtain rods in the basement hung up.  The boys 
> did this wondering what would hang on these things.  They never thought 
> the pile of cloth on the table could be anything but cleaning rags.
>
> Their mother coordinated the first decorating job in years from her sofa 
> by beginning, "I want those sheer curtains with white embroidery hung up 
> in this room.  Take the floral print ones to the kitchen and dinette.  The 
> pink curtains will fit perfectly in the girls' room.  You can put the blue 
> ones in your room. The striped curtains will match my room and Tatty's 
> office.  On the table are picture hooks.  Please hang this picture of a 
> library over the couch, and the one of a flower garden on the wall common 
> with the staircase."
>
> She glanced around the small room noting the big difference these lovely 
> things made.  This room almost looked nice!  Shayna remembered how lavish 
> the house they had to leave had been.  This place would never mirror that 
> one, but at least now it had an air of elegance.
>
> Yitzie and Avi remembered their mother in better days.  They recalled her 
> visiting the sick the way ladies visited her now.  When she attended 
> social events with their father she had to be the most beautiful woman in 
> the world.  They fondly remembered her helping them with their homework, 
> and giving them an encouraging hug and kiss when things got rough.  Now 
> they knew what was happening and dreaded it, but today she was involved 
> with something that put smiles on their faces.  Could this small event be 
> the start of better days?
>
> When the Rabbi entered the house after the boys left for school he saw the 
> curtains and newly hung pictures.  "It looks so nice, Shayna.  Who 
> directed this whole thing?"
>
> "I did, dear.  It's nice to know I haven't lost my touch."  The Rabbi was 
> thrilled to see her beautiful smile again.
>
> After being driven home by Rabbi Levy, Pessi's shock was visible as her 
> eyes scanned the dining room and dinette.  This place almost felt normal! 
> "It looks so nice, Mommy.  Did you tell the boys where to put everything?"
>
> "Yes, dear.  It's not the old house, but I think it looks better than I 
> ever remember."
>
> "I agree.  Even the walls don't seem so drab.  You did an outstanding 
> job."  She ran up the stairs before her mother could ask her questions 
> about the girls at school.
>
> That afternoon Chavy stopped at a variety store in the neighborhood to 
> pick up a picture frame with a mat cut to accommodate lots of photographs. 
> This would be perfect for Pessi's family pictures.
>
>
>
> Jennifer went through the medical tests on Monday morning.  Monday 
> afternoon Dr. Green appeared at her door again.  "Hi, Jennifer.  How's 
> everything?"
>
> "I'm feeling much better.  How did the tests turn out?"
>
> Dr. Green took the chair beside her bed.  "The test results were good. 
> They showed you have a slight problem with your heart.  This is not a big 
> deal.  I'm giving you medication you'll take once a day.  I want to see 
> you back here in a month when we'll repeat the test."
>
> "What's wrong with my heart?"
>
> "There seems to be some irregularity with your heartbeat.  I've read your 
> medical records from your family doctor, and you never had this problem 
> before.
>
> I just want to make sure it isn't cause for future concern."
>
> "I'm a cheerleader.  Can I still do that?"
>
> "I would prefer if you hold off until after your next appointment."
>
> "Our last football game is Saturday.  Can I stand on the sidelines 
> screaming cheers?"
>
> Dr. Green smiled.  "Let me think about it.  Hopefully you can go home on 
> Wednesday."
>
> "Thank you, doctor."
>
> Before the doctor left the room Jennifer reached for one of the books on 
> her table.  "Are you reading that play for school?"
>
> "No.  This is my own reading."
>
> "You like Shakespeare?"
>
> "Sure.  He's exciting."
>
> The doctor nodded.  His thoughts about Jennifer not suffering brain damage 
> from the accident were almost confirmed.  "Enjoy your reading, Jennifer."
>
>
>
> After school on Monday Chavy and Toby took the bus with Pessi.  Pessi 
> never took this bus before.  She always ran home thinking it would take 
> too long with all the stops the bus had to make.
>
> Toby was pleasantly surprised to find Pessi a fun girl.  She talked with 
> them about current events, different classes, and the upcoming Hanukkah 
> party.
>
> Outside the Goldberg house Pessi started apologizing for the rundown 
> dwelling.  Toby smiled.  "Don't be ridiculous, Pessi.  None of us lives in 
> a palace."
>
> Inside Chavy immediately headed for Mrs. Goldberg's sofa.  "Hi, Mrs. 
> Goldberg.  It's so nice to see you again."
>
> "It's good to see you also.  Pessi's hair is gorgeous.  Thank you."
>
> Toby didn't know about Chavy's hairdressing skills.  She sure was good!
>
> Chavy continued, "Mrs. Goldberg, this is my friend Toby Teitelbaum.  She's 
> going to be coming here with me to help Pessi."
>
> Mrs. Goldberg's smile could have lit up the house.  "It's a pleasure to 
> meet you, Toby.  Your mother is one of the special ladies who visit me 
> every week.  I feel terrible that the responsibility for everything has 
> fallen on Pessi's shoulders.  She needs more time to be a teenager.  Thank 
> you so much for helping."
>
> Pessi blushed.  Why did her mother insist on embarrassing her?  "Mommy, 
> stop making me sound like something I'm not.  Everything I'm doing I do 
> because I love you.  Stop feeling guilty!"
>
> Chavy was shocked at Pessi's outburst. She took charge, handed Pessi the 
> picture frame, and told her to fit family photographs into it.  Pessi 
> thanked her.  She gazed at the frame trying to imagine it with their old 
> family pictures from better times placed in the mat.  She would begin 
> working on it later.  Perhaps her mother would enjoy creating the collage.
>
> Chavy announced, "I'll do the kitchen with Pessi.  Toby, can you vacuum 
> the rugs in the dining room and bedrooms?"
>
> "No problem."
>
> Alone with Pessi Chavy said, "I figure I can clean while you make dinner. 
> How about it?"
>
> "I just want to throw a load in the washer.  Be right up."
>
> By the time Rabbi Levy beeped his horn the Goldberg house was starting to 
> shine.
>
> After they dropped Toby off Chavy said, "Tatty, I have to pick something 
> up for school in the grocery store.  Can we stop there?"
>
> The Rabbi nodded.  Chavy ran into the store and returned a few minutes 
> later carrying a small bag.
>
> Seeing the tiny parcel her father asked, "What did you have to get?"
>
> "I noticed the silver in the Goldberg china cabinet is tarnished so I 
> bought polish to spruce it up.  Toby and I are going there Mondays through 
> Thursday.  This should take some of the pressure off Pessi."
>
>
>
> Jennifer's CAT scan Tuesday morning revealed there was indeed no brain 
> damage.  The doctor reiterated he wanted her to remain in the hospital 
> until the following morning for observation.  Sheila was busy with the 
> kids, Randy had school, her roommate Cindy called a few times, and none of 
> her classmates were going to go out of their way to go to the hospital. So 
> Jennifer was alone with Shakespeare, text books, and thoughts.  She knew 
> if her mother allowed her to stay she would be dead.  But besides Sheila 
> and Randy, who would care?  Jennifer knew she would be happier in a place 
> where she didn't have to worry about love, bigoted remarks and loneliness. 
> Yes, being dead would be a lot better than the life she had to live.  She 
> reached for Shakespeare again.
>
> She could hardly wait to get home and back to her sewing machine.  But she 
> derived enjoyment from her craft, not happiness.
>
>
>
> Before dinner Pessi approached her mother.  "Mommy, I volunteered to bake 
> a cake for the school Hanukkah party.  Is that all right?"
>
> "I'm thrilled you're taking part in the party.  Before you start bring me 
> my cook books so we can pick out a delicious recipe."
>
> "Do you want a tray here or should I help you to the table?"
>
> "I'm not hungry now. Perhaps later I'll eat something.  Now go and enjoy 
> your dinner."
>
> Pessi knew that "later" would never come.  This was a nice way of refusing 
> to eat for the second day in a row.  Each morning Pessi put out a 
> breakfast tray for her mother, but when she got home she found most of the 
> food in the garbage.  Her father served her lunch, but often admitted very 
> little was gone from the lunch tray also.  With her serious illness could 
> she survive by eating nothing?  Pessi turned her attention back to serving 
> dinner, but these worries lingered.
>
> The next morning Pessi came in to the sound of the ringing late bell as 
> usual.  This uncommon entrance was still a mystery to her classmates.  For 
> whatever reason her new friendship with Chavy Levy validated her strange 
> behavior.  The girls assumed Chavy knew the reasons, but had been asked 
> not to tell anyone.
>
> Every morning Pessi showered and dressed before preparing breakfast for 
> the younger kids.  That done, she hurried to her mother's room, assisted 
> her in getting out of bed, washed, dressed and ready for the day.  She 
> served her coffee and breakfast.  After this routine she quickly ate her 
> own breakfast and ran to school as soon as her father returned from 
> morning services.
>
> The community made arrangements for at least two ladies to visit Mrs. 
> Goldberg each day.  Bassie Levy's visiting partner was busy on this 
> Tuesday so she stopped at the bakery to pick up some pastries and juice 
> before going to visit her friend.   Upon entering the house she 
> immediately saw the improvements in the room.  "Shayna, this place is 
> looking so nice."
>
> "Thank you, Bassie.  I appreciate you giving the curtains and pictures to 
> Pessi."
>
> "My pleasure.  How do you feel?"
>
> "My husband just increased my pain medication.  It's getting more 
> difficult to cope with, but a big part of the pain is gone.  Bassie, have 
> you any idea how much of a difference your daughter has made in our 
> lives?"
>
> Bassie felt herself blush.  "I just know Chavy is very impressed with 
> Pessi and your family.  I know she comes here every afternoon, but after 
> dinner she's on the phone with your daughter while doing her homework. 
> Shayna, your daughter is an absolute beauty.  When I saw her after the 
> haircut the other night I could see instantly that she's a duplicate of 
> her mother.  With Pessi as her friend my daughter seems happier, does her 
> homework more willingly leaving her less time to harass her brother. 
> Shayna, I should be the one thanking you."  The two ladies laughed, and 
> Bassie carried in the tray with Shayna's snack.
>
> The gaunt woman with the sunken cheeks and sallow complexion smiled at her 
> friend.  The only things about Shayna Bassie recognized from before were 
> her winning smile and pretty, albeit frail, voice.  "Thank you, Bassie. 
> This looks so good."
>
> "Then don't spend time admiring it, but start eating it."
>
> "I'm not hungry right now.  Perhaps later I'll have a better appetite." 
> Both of them understood this answer to be nothing more than a polite 
> excuse.
>
> "Shayna, I feel so bad.  I mentioned my daughter a lot over the past few 
> months when there were other ladies here, but you never mentioned Pessi. 
> Why didn't you talk about your daughter?"
>
> "Pessi felt self conscious about our poverty and my illness. She figured 
> if anyone knew about her family they would befriend her out of pity, and 
> not for herself.  My daughter didn't want anyone knowing who her father 
> is.  She didn't need anyone pretending to like her because she has a 
> well-known father.  With Chavy's friendship and help my daughter is 
> happier than I've seen her in ages."
>
> The billowing silence hung heavily over the room before Shayna continued. 
> "All of us know what the doctor meant when he decided to end my 
> treatments.  I know I won't be here to see my daughter graduate, but 
> seeing her these past few days has made me feel like I have more energy, 
> and a greater ability to smile.  Ever since I got sick Pessi has withdrawn 
> from the world of other girls, and devoted herself exclusively to me and 
> the family.  Bassie, if I have to leave this world tomorrow at least I'll 
> go knowing my daughter has a bright future in front of her."
>
> She reached for a tissue trying to hide the tears, but Bassie's tears ran 
> down her cheeks.
>
> Bassie put her arm around Shayna's shoulders.  "Shayna, we can never give 
> up.  Pessi is doing well, but we can't stop concentrating on making you 
> better.  All of us are praying for your recovery every chance we get." 
> Shayna started nibbling on a pastry.***
>
> Bassie stayed a few minutes longer before kissing Shayna good by.  She 
> hoped and prayed her friend would recover, but had an awful feeling that 
> she wouldn't.
>
> Miriam and Ruthie noticed Chavy and Toby taking the bus with Pessi for the 
> second day in a row.  Miriam had to give her conjecture as to why the most 
> popular girl in the school, and the head of Chesed were doing this. 
> "Ruthie, the only reason I can come up with is that Pessi lives in a real 
> dump so Toby and Chavy are going there to make it more livable.  The 
> problem is it's against school rules to have Chesed go to the same house 
> more than once a week.  Is her family using Chesed as cleaning ladies?"
>
> They boarded their bus convinced Pessi's family was using Chesed in a way 
> that was against the rules.
>
> When Chavy and Toby arrived at the Goldbergs after school Chavy glanced at 
> the china cabinet with the tarnished silver.  "Toby, want to wash what I 
> polish?"
>
> "Sure."
>
> Watching from her sofa Mrs. Goldberg smiled thinking that her house could 
> once again look decent.  She couldn't believe what these girls were doing 
> for her daughter and family.  Once done with the silver they washed all 
> the decorative pieces that adorned the cabinet.  Chavy and Toby stepped 
> back to admire their work.
>
> When Pessi came up carrying the last load of laundry she heard her mother 
> say, "That china closet looks fantastic!  I almost forgot how nice our 
> things could look."
>
> Pessi saw the pretty cabinet with the newly cleaned and polished items. 
> "Thank you so much.  You did a fabulous job.  For once I'm caught up with 
> laundry before Friday."
>
> The completed Goldberg family composite Pessi and her mother put together 
> the previous night caught Chavy's eye.  "That family collage is wonderful. 
> Those pictures of you as a little kid are adorable."
>
> "Thanks, Chavy.  My mother loves it.  It brings back beautiful memories." 
> Pessi noticed a picture of her mother years ago with her two older 
> brothers.  The elegant woman, so straight and tall with a face that looked 
> like Pessi's, didn't begin to resemble the woman she now called Mommy. The 
> memories were great, but also sad.  It hurt to realize this woman had 
> disappeared.
>
>
>
> Dr. Green discharged Jennifer on Wednesday morning.  "Don't forget to make 
> an appointment in a month.  Also, if you start feeling anything out of the 
> ordinary I want to be called immediately.  I mean that, Jennifer, 
> immediately.   For now go home, relax, and don't go back to school until 
> Monday at the earliest.  I remember you mentioning the football game. You 
> can go if you stand on the sidelines.  No gymnastics, dancing or anything 
> else that is strenuous.  I'll see you next month."  Jennifer happily left 
> the hospital with Sheila.
>
> On Friday the older girls didn't have school because they went on Sunday. 
> Mrs. Goldberg told Pessi, "If I sit in a chair I can peel the potatoes. If 
> you give me the soup vegetables I can make the soup so all you have to do 
> is fill the pot with water.  Let me sit with a garbage can, peeler, knife, 
> and you do the cooking."
>
> "Mommy, I don't want you using the strength."
>
> "Its no big deal, but very odd.  They gave up my chemo because they 
> claimed there's no hope for me, but I'm starting to feel stronger. 
> Whatever the case, as long as I have the energy I'll use it.  Now help me 
> to the kitchen chair."  Pessi brought her mother to the dinette, and Mrs. 
> Goldberg prepared all the vegetables for Shabbos.  It amazed Pessi when 
> she finished her work in half the time.
>
> "Thank you, Mommy.  It took less time than usual."
>
> The next morning Pessi dressed in one of the outfits and shoes from Chavy. 
> She wished her mother good Shabbos before leaving for her father's 
> synagogue.  It felt so good to get dressed in normal, beautiful clothes. A 
> part of her also wanted to see the expressions on Ruthie's and Miriam's 
> faces when she entered the Shul.
>
> Pessi realized that for the first time in months her mother didn't badger 
> her with complaints about her reclusive lifestyle.  Yes, she had come out 
> of her self constructed closet and into the world of the living.  What her 
> mother didn't know, and Pessi didn't want to tell her, is that the only 
> two girls she had a relationship with were Chavy and Toby.  She felt 
> comfortable with that.  At the synagogue she took a seat in the women's 
> section, and opened her prayer book.  When the services ended she prepared 
> to leave.  In the coatroom Ruthie and Miriam stared at her.  She smiled at 
> the two of them before going out into the cold, crisp November air.
>
> The yentas followed her out.  Miriam observed, "I can't believe it! 
> Someone must have taken her in, and bought her new clothes.  With her new 
> haircut, and those clothes, perhaps someone is showing our reject what it 
> means to look like a normal person.  Why does she wear those ugly shoes to 
> school when she has those stylish ones in the closet?  I guess you can 
> take the reject away from the garbage, but can't take all the garbage away 
> from the reject.  Her coat should be declared illegal!" They laughed at 
> Miriam's petty remarks, but this week Pessi didn't linger close enough to 
> hear their reaction.  She knew she looked terrific.  Even the nasty 
> remarks of the yentas couldn't dampen her spirits.
>
> At home she greeted her mother before going upstairs to change out of her 
> good clothes.  She would put them on later if she decided to go out.  What 
> a difference compared to last week! The girl who spent last Shabbos 
> morning putting up her defenses against the world today came in singing. 
> She went in the kitchen to prepare the salad.  It shocked her to see a 
> completed one on the counter!  "Mommy!  When did you do this?"
>
> "Suri helped me to the table, and brought me everything.  Now all you have 
> to do is set the table."
>
> Pessi kissed her mother before getting the silverware.
>
> After the meal Pessi asked permission to go to Chavy's house.  Her father 
> quickly answered, "Go ahead, Pessi.  Your brothers and I will take care of 
> Sudat shlishit.  Have a good time."
>
> Pessi dressed in the same outfit and black shoes she wore that morning, 
> spending extra time doing her luxurious black hair.  She looked good 
> despite the ragged coat she would be putting on in a few minutes.  In the 
> dining room her mother remarked, "You look marvelous, dear.  Have a good 
> time."
>
> Pessi made her way leisurely under the brilliant November sun.  It had 
> been ages since she went out on a Shabbos or any other day just to have 
> fun.
>
> Ambling down Chavy's block she spotted a little girl with tightly wound 
> red curls standing on her front porch watching the world go by.  As Pessi 
> neared Chavy's house the child ran up to her asking, "Do you know Chavy 
> Levy?"
>
> A surprised Pessi answered, "Yes, I do.  Why?"
>
> In a serious voice Chaya Kravitz started, "She's the meanest girl in the 
> world.  I don't think nice people should be her friends."
>
> "Chavy is a nice person, and my friend.  I think little girls should find 
> something better to do with their time than gossip about older girls. Good 
> Shabbos."
>
> When Pessi knocked on the Levy door Chumy answered.  "Good Shabbos, Pessi. 
> Come on in."
>
> Chumy called her sister at the same time Yigal passed them on his way out. 
> "Pessi, just teach my sister to be a doll like you!  There's only so much 
> a guy can be expected to take!"  Pessi blushed, and Yigal left the house.
>
> Chavy greeted her friend.  "You're just in time.  I'm picking up Shayna. 
> We were going to pick you up for B'nos, but you beat us to it.  Want to 
> go?"
>
> "Sure.  Who's speaking?"
>
> "Mrs. Newman.  They're also serving a delicious dessert buffet after. This 
> is where all my weight comes in.  You're so skinny it doesn't matter what 
> you eat.  Some people have all the luck!"
>
> Pessi told Chavy about her encounter with the curly topped red headed 
> child.  Chavy's face blazed with anger.  "Chaya Kravitz is trouble.  I've 
> known her since the day she was born, and spent many afternoons dragging 
> her back to a worried mother who didn't have a clue about her whereabouts. 
> Chaya blames me for all the trouble she gets into, but no one can convince 
> her that if she didn't do something wrong to begin with nothing I do would 
> make a difference.  Don't worry about Chaya Kravitz.  Luckily she's not 
> our problem."    The three of them headed for B'nos leaving Chaya Kravitz 
> eyeing them from down the block.
>
> That afternoon Mrs. Newman, a short, attractive woman with light brown 
> hair shared her insight on the topic of chesed.  As if responding to the 
> actions of the past week the principal mentioned in her description, 
> "Girls, many of you may think that when going on a Chesed assignment you 
> are doing something nice for someone else.  The truth is that you are, but 
> in return you're getting something greater back.  While giving to others 
> you'll find yourself in many situations where you take away incomparable 
> experiences with people that can't be taught on a university campus.  Over 
> the years I've seen situations where Chesed girls go to people's homes and 
> come out with a good friend for life, the knowledge of something they 
> would have never learned if not for the people they started out helping 
> and more understanding of the world in general.  Chesed is not a school 
> requirement just because people need help, but we want our girls to learn 
> that there is a big world out there.  Where ever you end up we want you to 
> know you have the ability to make a difference."
>
> During Mrs. Newman's weekly visit to Mrs. Goldberg Shayna raved about the 
> girls who came four days a week to help her family and were instrumental 
> in bringing her beautiful daughter into the world of teenage life.  Until 
> that discussion Mrs. Newman had been unaware of this project and smiled 
> listening to Shayna Goldberg tell of her students' activities.
>
> She simply responded, "Shayna, I love my job because my girls make it easy 
> to love.  I'm glad they are helping out Pessi.  She's a lovely girl and 
> deserves the help."
>
> Going through Pessi's mind were the questions, can anyone learn anything 
> from helping my family?  What can girls learn from a dying mother and dire 
> poverty?
>
> She had a feeling Mrs. Newman was referring to Chavy and Toby going to the 
> Goldbergs' four days a week, but wondered what she was talking about when 
> she implied that when helping a family like hers someone could come away 
> with knowledge they wouldn't otherwise have.  Her mother mentioned the 
> other day that Mrs. Newman visited and she told the principal about what 
> her Chesed girls were doing, but Pessi still couldn't understand anything 
> of value Chavy or Toby could take away with them.
>
> Going through Chavy's mind was the question, "How can she begin to know 
> what helping the Goldbergs has contributed to our lives forever?"  Chavy 
> knew she would never look at anything the same again.
>
> On the way out of school Chavy asked, "Pessi, Want to come over for sudat 
> shlishit?"
>
> "Yes.  My father told me the boys would take care of it at my house."
>
> "Perhaps your brothers would tell Yigal and Dovid how to do it.  Yigal is 
> still complaining about having to make tuna salad and drying dishes last 
> week.  Those guys are worthless!  "
>
>
>
> Jennifer spent a lot of time that morning putting makeup over her healing 
> bruises.  Once that was done she put on her cheerleader's uniform, and 
> headed for the field.  On Jennifer's way out Sheila voiced her opinion. "I 
> don't think you should be going out so soon after the accident."
>
> "Sheila, I'm a big girl and can take care of myself.  Stop worrying!" With 
> that she left the house.
>
> She stood on the sidelines helping the cheerleaders inspire the crowd with 
> their enthusiastic cheers.  A few of the girls came up to her to inquire 
> about the accident.  Some of the guys welcomed her back while others 
> couldn't resist commenting about the bruises on her face.
>
> Jack, a dark haired muscular line back with an oversized nose strode up to 
> her during halftime.  "Jennifer, I'm sorry that your beautiful Jewish face 
> had to suffer.  Maybe there's a Jewish prayer that will help it heal 
> faster."  Holding the hand of another cheerleader he continued through the 
> club house laughing.
>
> She stared after him wondering about his comment.  Did Jews pray?  Just 
> another Saturday at the football field.
>
> When she got home she heard Sheila on the phone.  "Hold on a minute.  She 
> just came in."  Jennifer took the phone.
>
> "Hi, Jennifer.  It's Randy.  I just got a call telling me that the other 
> team lost.  The trophy is ours!"
>
> "Congratulations, Randy!  I know how hard you worked for this."
>
> "The dance tonight will be our victory party.  Will you go with me?"
>
> "Randy, we've been through this.  Enjoy the party.  You deserve it."
>
> Jennifer knew that Randy felt things for her that were probably indicative 
> of teenage love.  But Jennifer didn't know how to love.  She liked Randy a 
> lot, and couldn't mislead him into thinking that her feelings could be 
> more serious than close friendship.  She changed out of her uniform and 
> ran downstairs to her sewing machine.
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