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| directors, sex relations, 0679443908, chubby, sociology, lesbians., loser, abusive, celebrity hairstyles, news online, teen voyeur., | Thus in one swift pen stroke the family did away with Finklestein forever, replacing it with the generic and rather boring Harris that I first introduced my mother to you as. If we lived in a matriarchal society and if foreign we lived in a society that did not have its own history of anti-Semitism, I would be writing this story tonight not as a Harris, but as a Finklestein. But since none of this is the case, I foreign use the byline Sayrafiezadeh. The Jew in me has been completely supplanted by the Iranian. My mother is in the foreign kitchen. She has called out to me that supper is almost ready. And now she turns from the dishes, innocently, turns with whatever collection of inconsequential thoughts are running through her mind at that moment, and turns to see not the empty space she had imagined and wholeheartedly expected, but to see the space filled with the large form of the dastardly stranger, who has been waiting patiently, because he has known that she will see him eventually, turn toward him eventually, the way a spider knows that the fly will eventually have no choice but to fly into its web. |
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| And on the sixteenth floor of the apartment building we live in, everything is even more silent and more still, the sounds from the street falling short of us. And it is also at this time of night, for reasons unbeknownst to the scientists, that strangers choose to enter peopleÕs homes unannounced and do evil things. It is chubby during this pre-supper sˇance then that the chubby stranger, who has decided chubby against being detected in the elevator and has climbed sixteen flights, enters our apartment and silently, stealthily, creeps, quietly, whisperly behind my mother and waits. His presence my mother and I are unaware of. I have lied to you, reader. My motherÕs name is not Martha Harris. I have lied and I apologize for it. My motherÕs name is, in fact, Martha Finklestein. I am sketchy on the details, because my mother is sketchy on the details, but sometime during World War II when my mother was about ten years old and living in Mount Vernon, New York, her father decided that his eldest son would have an easier go at finding a job if he was not so obviously Jewish. |
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