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Show 17S stop talking and pay attention.' Now, line up already." With cold shark's eyes she looked over the bridesmaids, Amelia's younger sister, a friend from Chicago and two friends from highschool days. With colder eyes she looked over the maid of honor, Rita, a shiksa yet. I thought tfeta looked great in a blue, sleeveless dress which showed off her black hair and white skin -- she was vivid. That dress moulded her hips, no girdle, beautiful. Perfect calves, those cheerleader legs turned womanly -- all the usher's eyes ran her up and d down. None of us minded if she was a shifksa. But Mrs. Rubin was furious with Amelia for not making her own sister the maid of honor. Ben had even picked up a few points by having the sense to choose a presentable best man and keeping me, the goy, in the background. Even if I had shot down m&v&f Nazi planes. "All right, everybody out and try it again.'" She managed things more and more furiously. "No, that is not quite right, Mrs. Rubin," said the rabbi. He was a short man of smiles and a great high shock of silver hair. It rose almost straight up from his forehead, then fell in a wave, and I, forgetting his name, always tend to think it was Silver. He was a man of great patience and tact, for though everyone was growing to hate everyone else, hardly any words of hatred were spoken. And though lunch time came and went, not a single person pronounced a curse upon Mrs. Rubin. Ben and Amelia hardly looked like lovers. They acted more and more like dolls, we were all like dolls which Mrs. Rubin placed here, then here, then there, placing and ordering for the sake of some meaningless ritual. That afternoon Mr. Rubin drove us ushers to a rental place for tuxes. A man shoved a suit at roe. "Put that on." I did. •Tit O.K.? Turn around. Sure, that fits O.K. Take it off." Then there was nothing to do until that evening. One of the other ushers I didn't know helped me withmy tuxedo. It is a |
