I'll Get Back To You On That

by

~Miriah~of~the~Wind~

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(A/N: I'm not Jewish so a lot of stuff in here I could've mixed up but I have done some studying about Jewish religion and culture. I know that he couldn't be all that religious if he married out of his own religion but work with me here. Every thing else you're free to comment on and if I messed something up review and tell me and I'll fix it as fast as I'm able. I felt it was proper when her husband spoke I'd write God like "G-d", while everywhere else I wrote it "God". I know Jews only write it that way but I still felt obliged to. Oh, and yes I did name the husband after the character from Fiddler on the Roof, so sue me. I'm not good at coming up with names so I stole one. I don't own Fiddler on the Roof so technically it's not mine to steal. One last thing, Motel is pronounced "Maw-tul" not "Moe-TELL". Flame me if ya want, or suggest what should happen next or whatever you feel like.)

I laid next to my husband in bed as he whispered his prayers into the night. I didn't understand most of it as it was in Hebrew. I could pick out a few phrases he told me like thanking himself that he wasn't a woman. I was always kind of miffed at that but he told me that in Judaism woman are seen having more, "binah". "Binah", according to him, was "intelligence, understanding, intuition, etc." Women were closer to God than to men. When he finished I leaned over to speak softly in his ear.

"Motel? Do you remember when we first got married? There was something I wanted to ask you that I couldn't ask in front of your relatives." He nodded for me to continue.

"Remember when I we signed a marriage contract that was legal for the United States but we couldn't decide which way to get married because you were a Jew and I was a Catholic so I suggested that we shouldn't be religiously married at all?"

"Why?" he asked almost suspiciously.

"You really wanted to be married so much that you suggested instead that we be married twice. Was it something religious or..."

"Well, yes." he explained, "It's unnatural for Jewish men or women not want to be married. Sure, marrying out of one's religion is looked down upon but not marrying at all is worse. In the book of Genesis G-d made women because he said that it wasn't good for man to be alone."

"Genesis, Chapter 2 verses 18-25." I nodded in agreement.

"Exactly. Whether in a Synagogue by a Rabbi or in a Church by a Priest I wanted to be married. I mean religiously married. Not having G-d in some form of the marriage seem wrong to me somehow." I nodded again. He smiled, wished me goodnight, and as I laid my head on my pillow he bent over and kissed me on the forehead before I heard him softly sleep. I don't sleep well often but I'm glad tonight that I did. Tomorrow really shocked me.

You see, we have three children. Actually we had two children back then. A sixteen year old girl, Jennifer and a really young girl named Sara who is about five. I had just come back from picking Sara up from Sea Breeze Kindergarten when I plopped down the groceries on the counter. I began putting them away when Sara walked in stretched her hands out and yelled, "Abra Kadabra!". Of course, it was very cute.

"Are you practicing being a magician?" I asked.

"No." she replied, "I'm gonna be a witch just like Jenny!"

"Sara! Don't call your sister a witch. It isn't nice."

"But she really is a witch mama! The book in her room told me so."

"Didn't I tell you not to go in your sister's -- What did you say?"

"The book in her room told me so."

"A book told you?"

"Mmm-hmmm." Sara ran from the room and went up the stairs at first I was going to follow her but in an instant she was back.

"See! She is a witch." Slowly I crept closer. I reached and took the book from Sara's hands. The title cover read: Teen Witch: Witchcraft for the new Millennium.

"If Jenny's a witch can she make Wagner fly?" The dog perked it's ears up as if it could understand.

"I don't know. But I think it's best if we keep the dogs on the floor." The five dogs we had were: Wagner, Beethoven, Mozart, Puccini, and Verde.

"Why don't you go and play."

"Okay." she replied and skipped on her merry way. I flipped through the book. It was one for witchcraft. It had spells and all kinds of stuff in it. At first I wondered what to do. Should I wait until Jennifer comes home and confront her? Should I just burn the book and be done with it?

"Oh, Christ." I whispered, "What am I going to do?"

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