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Show 18. That summer I stayed in the 52-20 Club ($20 a week for up to 52 weeks for us unemployed vets, enough to get by on) and spent a lot of time down at the Point swimming. One afternoon when I wasn't there Tom Fineberg met two g i r l s, made a date with them for that night and came back to the Co-op to find a fourth. Everybody else was busy so f i n a l l y he came to me. Since I wanted to be friends with as many g i r l s as possible, I said sure, I'd go. Tom had the prettiest one, Sheila, and I had Marsha, two nice Jewish g i r l s , except Sheila was looking after the apartment of some neighbors who were on vacation and after a few drinks, Tom had told me, we could go back there for an orgy. I wanted nothing to do with that, but I went along for the preliminaries. Marsha was friendly and while we were walking down 55th Street slipped her hand into mine. 55th Street then had a lot of Jewish shops with those ancient letters printed on the windows, and she read a few of them off, then said something to me in Yiddish. I told her I didn't understand i t. "You're folks didn't speak i t in the home?" "Huh-uh." "How come?" "I'm not Jewish." She stumbled, probably over a crack in the sidewalk. "Mot Jewish?" "What does i t matter? We're a l l human beings. Friendship is the important--" "But I thought . . . " She withdrew her hand. "You couldn't t e l l by looking?" She missed the joke. "You're Catholic?" |
