-Author's note-
Okay, 's been a while..I am soo sorry! I hope you enjoy!
God Bless!
SouthernGal7;)
Goldie's POV
I looked at Tevye as I sat on our new bed in our new house. I wondered about this new land. We were out of New York and now in a new State and city. After a few months, we finally got a house of our own. A small apartment but a house none the less. We all packed liked sardines in a can or potatoes in a stew. We were blessed though. Who could complain? We were safe now from a man who wanted our religion to end. I prayed everyday that another man who wanted our kind stopped would be stopped again. Things were different in America.
"Golde, you thinkin' again, my wife the thinker?" Tevye teased.
I shook my head.
"Sorry. I was thinking about the children."
Tevye sat on the bed beside me and held my hand.
"It will be okay, my wife. I will get a job."
"Maybe I should get a job...Sewing and such, Tevye." I sighed.
"Golde-"
"It would be good, Tevye."
Tevye nodded.
"We will pray."
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Tevye soon waltzed into the door one day. I smiled with a chuckle. That crazy man that I married.
"Did you get a job, Papa?" Bielke chimed.
"Yes! I did! Ha-Ha!" Tevye laughed as he picked up Bielke.
I shook my head.
"Golde! I am worker at a store! Abrams's! It's a grocery store and I checked the store. Kosher food! God is good!"
Tevye waltzed over to give me a hug.
"God is good."I smiled at my husband as he gave me a hug.
I was so thankful to God for bringing us a job.
Tevye's POV
I continued my job at Abrams's. Mr. Abram was a very good man. He had been in the country for 4 years and had helped me with my not well English. My wife would come into the shop sometimes and talk to me. The other shoppers would talk about us not speaking English. We only spoke so much English or little coming from Anatevka. Some shoppers would speak Russian or Yiddish that I could speak with ease and help the shoppers.
One day a shopper complained to Mr. Abrams.
"Mr. Abrams...Shouldn't your worker have a non-speaking job." The shopper asked.
"What should I do? Should I take out his tongue?" Mr. Abram chuckled.
"I'm just saying he's speaking in wherever he's from." The shopper said.
"We all start somewhere."
I overheard the conversation as I stock shelves. I could not understand every well but I got the idea. Mr. Abrams explained later in Yiddish.
Some people just don't understand how we came out from Anatevka. It was going to take a while to get up to speed with English.
Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! Next chapter will be..Let's say..Interesting for Tevye and his family:)
God Bless!