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The Good Parent
by Julie Michaelson
03/04/13
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A good name
is rather
to be
chosen
than
great riches,
and
loving favour
rather than
silver
and gold.
[Proverbs 22:1]
****************
Time: About six years after
the Birth of Christ.
Place: A town outside of Jerusalem.
Characters: Simon
Iscariot; Rabbi Abramo'vitz,
the town rabbi.
___________________
"Good.....MORNING...
Simon!"

Simon looked up; he was
just coming home, from one
of his business trips, and
groaned inwardly at the sight
of the town rabbi. Simon's
fingers tightened on the harness of his donkey's mane; he gritted his even, white teeth. Simon was a handsome
man; even his teeth were
beautiful and strong.
"Good MORNING.....
Rabbi! It is a PLEASURE
to SEE.....you!"

"And....a pleasure to see...
YOU, Simon!"
Rabbi Abramo'vitz nodded
politely, and clasped his leathery hands in front of his
robe; he paused for a moment
before he spoke.
"It has.....been....quite a WHILE....since I have SEEN...
you, Simon.........how are you....DOING?"

"WELL!"
Simon turned to his neighbor:
shading his eyes from the
morning sun. He smiled,
and nodded respectfully.
"Very.....WELL!"
Simon touched his well-trimmed beard briefly; he had thick, dark, curly hair, and a very handsome face.
"BUSY......of COURSE....
I've been.....very....BUSY...
since my beloved.....DORAH...
died....!"

"Hm........."
Rabbi Abramo'vitz nodded
slowly, and deeply; his crinkled,
age-old eyes probing intensely
over his neighbor's handsome face; he knew that Simon
used his business trips...... to meet with his mistress in the next town, just to the north. Simon was a very good businessman, and always gave a good tithing to the
synagogue.
"Yes.....of course....."
The Rabbi raised one hand
slightly; he closed his eyes,
and nodded.
"May she REST....in PEACE...."

"Ah.....yes!"
Simon bowed slightly,
and gave a mournfully loud
sigh. He bit back a yawn:
shading his dark eyes, once
more. His thoughts were still
on Lavernia's pale, rounded thighs, and long reddish curls;
his beard still smelled deliciously of her warm, musky scent.
"It has been.....quite a TRIAL..
for me....and, of COURSE......"

"Your......BOY?"
Rabbi Abramo'vitz tilted his
covered head; his wise, old
eyes probing Simon's own shaded ones. The rabbi never moved his eyes from Simon's, as he sat down on the low stone wall that surrounded his
neighbor's house.
"Yes......Simon.....that is who
I came to TALK with you....
about........your son......
....Judas."

"What....ABOUT?"
Simon lowered his dark eyes
for a moment, and gave a
slight shrug with his wide
shoulders. Simon was hungry;
he had left Lavernia's house
without breakfast, and was
longing for a bite to eat, and
to put his feet up; he continued to stand behind his
donkey's heavy rump: slowly
unpacking his wares.
"Judas is FINE......he is
well-cared for, by our good
HOUSEKEEPER......."
Simon nodded again, and
smiled; he continued gritting
his handsome, white teeth.

"Ah......yes.....of course!"
The rabbi shrugged, and
frowned: nodding appreciately.
"But.......a....HOUSEKEEPER....
is no substitute.....for an
absent....FATHER....."
Rabbi Abramo'vitz paused,
and peered up into his neighbor's shadowed, handsome face.
"It has been a long.....TIME....
since we have seen the two
of you.......TOGETHER.....
going to SHABBAS....."

"Ah.......WELL......."
Simon put a hand to the front
of his traveling cloak, and
nodded: giving another loud,
mournful sigh; he was thinking
of the rosy nipples on Lavernia's mounting breasts;
she loved to tease him, with
her sweet, little tongue.
"It has been quite a STRUGGLE.....you know, Rabbi,
trying to.....keep MYSELF...
TOGETHER.....after such a LOSS.....and, continuing to
keep a strong ROOF over
my son's...HEAD."
Simon laid both his arms on
his donkey's rump: showing
a very mournful frown.
"Such a PITY....that I have
had to be...AWAY.....for DAYS....at a TIME.....selling
my goods, out of TOWN! But...
Judas....seems to be fairing
WELL....and is quite HEALTHY.....the housekeeper
takes good CARE....of him!"

"Yes.....of COURSE....Judas
is HEALTHY....."
The rabbi shrugged, and nodded.
"But, there is something....ELSE........the
baker caught him STEALING...
from him....a loaf of BREAD...., the other day....and,
we both know that Judas has
no need to steal food from....
ANYBODY......"

"AH!"
Simon laughed. He was bored;
this old rabbi, and neighbor..... was such a busy-body.
"Boys will be BOYS.......,
my good Rabbi! He is only
a LAD! He is still getting over..
the death of his MOTHER!"
Simon shrugged arrogantly;
he was handsome, and made
a good living for himself, and
had always enjoyed the glances
of pretty women......those,
of course, who did not live
inside his own town. He smiled
wisely; Judas was already a
good-looking lad, and seemed
very well-adjusted......these
silly neighbors just enjoyed a
good gossip.

"Yes.....Simon.....I UNDERSTAND....."
The rabbi stroked his own
gray beard. He did not smile.
"But other merchants have
complained to me, as well. They say that Judas is very
......CLEVER.....and seems to
know just how.....to STEAL....
without calling any...ATTENTION...to himself......it is hard to CATCH.....him....."

Simon gave a long, weary, pitiiful-
sounding sigh; he rubbed his sunburnt
forehead with the back of his hand.
For a moment he saw Lavernia's small,
delicate hands: caressing his skin
softly.
"Rabbi, I have had a very
long.....night of traveling.....
I PROMISE...that I will SPEAK
to my son.....about these...
THINGS.....and...."

"Judas is certainly not a homeless boy in the streets,
Simon."
The rabbi stood up; his face
was very serious, though kind.
"Perhaps.....he is just lacking
for attention, Simon...........
YOURS."

Simon looked away; he smiled
abstractedly, and shrugged.
His shirt, beneath his traveling
cloak, still held the warm dampness of Lavernia's musky
scent. Tucked inside Simon's left pocket was the whisp
of silky scarf that she had worn the night before.
"He is just a....BOY......"

The rabbi paused; he bent down, and picked up a stray fruit that had fallen out of his neighbor's traveling
basket. He stepped around Simon's donkey, and held the
fruit up to Simon's face. The fruit was now bruised,
and dirty.
"Here, my good Simon."
Rabbi Abramo'vitz whispered.
"I think......
you dropped....
something."
************************
Train up
a child
in the way
he should
go;
and
when he
is old,
he will
not
depart
from it.
[Proverbs 22:6]

Copyright 2013.

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