| Hitler in the Cupboard |
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| Good readers, you have been more than patient, Today I start the ball rolling, with a chapter I call, Squiggley Clay |
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It was a tough day at school. Mr. Meadow liked the final project, but suggested some improvements that Aaron did not feel like doing. He needed the A, and when the teacher suggests something, he usually wanted it done. Stu was going to come over later, before dinner, and work on his history project, while he worked on his English paper. It was a creative writing project, Mrs. Lear called it, "Put yourself in the picture" He had to take a story, from a book he read, or a movie, or a TV show, and make believe he was part of the story. Most of the kids in the class were going to use some TV shows, but Aaron was going to be different, like usual. He was going to use a comic book story. No sooner did he get in the front door, when Mark came bounding down the stairs, with a big smile on his face. "Aaron, that was neat, man, how did you do it?, will you do it again for me?" Mark was crazy anyway, but this gibberish was totally indecipherable "What are you talking about this time?" Aaron asked. "The Squiggly Clay" Mark said, almost out of breath. "Can you make me some more? I'll squish it for you, Can you do it again? Please." "I don't know what you are talking about, get out of my way, and let me get up to my room" Mark looked a little puzzled, but stepped aside. "How did you make the squiggly clay?" he asked again, surprised at Aaron's seeming ignorance. This was perhaps his older brothers greatest trick, and he is making believe he doesn't know about it. Why would his brother try to hide such a neat trick? "Will you make me some more?" Aaron brushed him aside. "Aaron, are you home?" it was his mom. "Could you please come here in the kitchen, there is something I want to talk to you about" "In a minute mom, let me put my things away" he answered. He took her lack of response as permission to put his books away. He flung open his door, his jaw dropped, "Mom," he hollered, "Mark got in my room," He glanced over to his Cupboard, standing with one door swung open. How did he..? then Aaron saw the key, sitting on his bed. "Mom!" "Aaron", it was his mother at his door, she was smiling, " We got an invitation to Cousin Lenny's Bar Mitzvah at the end of the month" She waited for a reaction, Lenny and Aaron were very close before her sister moved down to Florida, she thought Aaron would be happy to hear the news. "I thought I would send your suit to the cleaners," she said, "I emptied the pockets and put the key on your bed, aren't you happy?" The news caught Aaron a little off guard, but it explained the key, and how Mark got to it. "Well?" asked his mom. "It's OK I guess, are we going to fly down there?" She nodded "Will dad be coming ?" "I don't think so, but you could write him a letter asking him" she said, with a touch of coldness in her voice. It would be good to see cousin Lenny again, but as far as the religious thing, that didn't mean too much to him. His dad wasn't Jewish, and his mom didn't care too much. He learned more about the holidays at the school, then he did from his mom. Lenny's mom was different, she put Lenny through the whole religious school thing. They didn't eat certain foods, and worse, Lenny couldn't watch TV on Saturday. Lenny was two years older then him, and this would be Aaron's first experience of a Bar Mitzvah. "Yeah, It will be OK, I guess, How long will we be there for?" "I'll tell you all the details tonight at dinner" His mom turned and walked out of the room, and little Mark came in. "Did you come in my room?" Asked Aaron testily, glancing at the open Cupboard. Mark stared at his brother, he really doesn't know, can that be? "I wanted to get my clay, you put it in your cabinet, and I came in, and then I heard the noise" "what noise?" "a funny noise coming from your cabinet, so I went to open it, it was locked" "and then?" Aaron asked. "I saw the key mom had put on your bed, I opened the door, and .." Mark started giggling, Aaron was getting impatient. Mark looked toward the door, "Is mom downstairs?" he half whispered, "Yes" Aaron said impatiently continued |