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Topic: Empty and Full (06/04/09)
- TITLE: “Oil Foils Foul Prowl!”
By Melanie Kerr
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The widow, so I hear, had nothing. It wasnâ€™t as if her old man had left her much. It seems like being a prophet didnâ€™t pay so well. Any money she might have stashed away under the mattress was spent on a decent funeral. Seems he preached fire and brimstone and who knows that he didnâ€™t spontaneously combust! Whatever, he left the family coffers empty as a harem with a celibate monarch. Seems the only thing that wasnâ€™t empty was the oil jar. Even then it was just a little dribble at the bottom of the flask.
So, said Grabbitz, tapping his bulbous nose with his stubby, ring festooned finger, where did the widow get the money to pay off the debt?
Easy money, said I. It stands to reason. A pretty little thing like that. I bet she just fluttered her eyelashes and pouted with those pink rosebud lips. A quick tumble in the empty bed, the clink of coins on the table, straighten your hat as you quietly leave the house in the middle of the night and a small fortune can be amassed.
There didnâ€™t seem much point staking out the house. The foul deed was already done so to speak. I thought about settling into the bar at the local inn, buying a few rounds, seeing if I couldnâ€™t loosen a few tongues. But you know what? Men know absolutely nothing worth knowing. They know nothing about whatâ€™s going on in their own homes let alone whatâ€™s happening next door or down the road.
So I settled myself down beside the well. Not to talk, you understand. In my line of business, talking to strange women gets you notice. I set myself to a spot of eavesdropping, hidden behind the broad pages of the Syrian Star. It was late afternoon when the first two women sidled up with their buckets. I listened to them talk.
â€śDid Rebecca return your urn?â€ť
â€śOh yes! Did you get your pail back?â€ť
â€śOh yes! Rachel got her jug returned, and those beautiful clay goblets that Naomi lent her were returned too.â€ť
â€śWhat about Maryâ€™s tin bath?â€ť
â€śReturned yesterdayâ€¦all clean and shiny. I think Sarahâ€™s still waiting for her water jarsâ€¦you remember? Those big ones she used for Isaacâ€™s wedding.â€ť
â€śPhoebe was telling me that Rebecca had even dragged the old horse trough into the house. Did she ever tell you what she was doing with them all?â€ť
â€śWell, you know about the trouble she got into with Hershel Grabbitzâ€¦â€ť
The story went that the widow cried for help from Elishaâ€¦or Elijahâ€¦one of the two of them. Remember that little dribble of oil? From that little dribble of oil she was told to fill all the containers in her house. When she had run out of containers, she was to ask her neighbours for buckets and pails, cups and bowls, jugs and jars. It was only when she ran out of things to fill up, that the little oil jar ran out of oil. She sold the oil and paid off the Grabbitzâ€™ debt and had plenty of money left over.
I suppose that served me right for thinking that women know more than the men! I might have been listening to one of them reading an article from â€śEye Spyâ€ť, you know that paper with the wonderful headlines â€śMan Eaten By Giant Glowing Falafelâ€ť?
â€śOil Foils Foul Prowl!â€ť
Just how gullible are some women? I can just picture Grabbitzâ€™ face when I tell him that one.
Still, wouldnâ€™t it be nice to think of God siding with the poor folks against the fat cats? I am glad that Grabbitz, for once, didnâ€™t get to grab anything at all!
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