the temptation part 2

continued- story continues from
https://thinkforyourselfn8.blogspot.com/2018/12/historical-fiction-story-temptation.html
note: some words are rare so I included a vocabulary aid for the short rare words. at next post
https://thinkforyourselfn8.blogspot.com/2018/12/vocabulary-aid-for-story.html
chapter 3
now  the bio, continues when this young couple walked through the airport in america and met her parents at the baggage-go-round. as usual the luggage [funny word because you must "lug" it along] arrived. amy pointed to her suitcase with the cloth strip and said "get ready that is the suitcase we ain" [same as own], so they grabbed their baggage and walked out to the car. a plane was landing and the engines on each ala were very loud so efrim asked himself how many "bel" was the noise. he did not know. mr drove them away from the airport and they passed a watery bog. later they came  to a building with vacation rental flats. the couple climbed the stairs "somewhere" in new york each carrying a suitcase with clothes. we reached the door "2b".
amy [the young wife] opened the door with the one key that her dad had given her and they entered the small apartment flat. he lay his luggage against a wall and walked around to see the place. one room with two narrow beds and 2 chairs against the wall. no table. but a "drawer" dresser. in the aft of the room to the right side was a door leading to a narrow sink and the necessary toilet.
he cussed under his breath "no frij". this was very bad. he was not sad about the lack of a tv because efrim believed in the social ban not to use tv. simply bkuz of his social group. also no trash bin. did anybody ban a bin? he hoped they would go to the statue of liberty on its ait because he had never been there.
already amy was complaining "aren't you gonna unpack the  suitcase"--he felt like replying "don't tell me what to do" [the phrase she said so often] but instead strode back to the narrow beds where she was busy  like an ant and said, "bah. it seems a waste to unpack and then repak."--"then I will unpack for you"--"no. consider the suitcase is the same as the drawers"--"let me do you a favor"--no means no--you are so lazy like a sloth. my ma was right about u."--"and don't touch my stuff" he finished. however it was so important that she put the bra down on top of the furniture instead of inside the drawer- showing that she stopped unpacking her own, while she left her case open and started unpacking his clothes. efrim held back his true feelings and did not say "you are such an obstinate ass" [referring to a person both stupid and stubborn/obstinate]. getting the final word she said "you ail me".
a sudden thought occurred to him. "sucker I got you to unpack for me" he taunted. she glared at him partly angry partly confused.  after a few seconds she threw his trousers back in the suitcase... the ruse had worked this time.
he asked if she was hungry. and she answered no. "well I am and we need to be prepared in case we feel hungry"--no need to eat now we will eat dinner, she responded.
he felt in his pocket and found the bills in his pocket but they were foreign currency from home. suddenly he felt very trapped. like a boa was curling around him tightly. he could not even BUY food here.
he asked "do you have dollars"--nope." now he felt desperately hungry which feels different from hunger. he stormed out of the apartment without saying "bye" and wandered the streets not sure what to do. he passed an ad for a Chinese restaurant. frustrating yet pleasant to think about eating there. he imagined other ads for other restirronts too.
and then... and then... salvation.  ahead of him on the right side he saw two kids playing. they were dressed in a way that showed their culture was the same as his subdivision of jewish. there was hope. he slowed his pace as walked by the young brother and sister playing.
suddenly he heard "think fast" and the brat threw his red ball, using his left arm, at efrim. far from athletic and far from agile he failed to catch it and instead the ball bounced off his chest and back towards the brats. the kids watched the ball bop efrim. they lacked a bat to play baseball. the ball was actually "bay" color near red. she bent quickly and threw it to her brother... with bad aim, in an ARC that was too high... he managed to bob up in time to catch it despite his short bod. efrim complimented him "you are an ace."
efrim smiled at his saviors and said "my name is efrim I need to ask a favor from your parents" the boy was suspicious  and the girl ran inside apparently scared of this strange man. efrim noticed motion and saw there was a bee busy near a flower. the boy challenged "do u think my sister is pretty?" a dangerous issue to discuss in our society. efrim replied carefully "she is a cute bud"-"don't call her a bug!" he defended her honor in protest. she returned with her ma who asked "what favor" revealing the girl had simply repeated his words.
efrim stood a safe distance and began his plea to beg: said "my wife and I just arrived from Israel..." [he watched her eyes narrow with her concerned look, she thought he was a bum, yet efrim continued] do you mind sharing some food?"--"but no cash?" she asked as her voice rose. "really I know it is not proper to ask strangers for money..." but the rude brat interrupted his words "he is not a stranger. we are playing catch"
miraculously that convinced the mother and she welcomed efrim in. efrim thought "if my kid played ball with some strange man I do not care what disguise he wore I would punish him," but knew not to criticize his saviors.
efrim followed mom inside. he passed the brown box for mail which hung beside the door. it looked very rusty yet was actualy painted brown. on his left he saw a couch or sofa so this room is the "den" or lounge. they continued toward the kitchen through a "ben" [that means inner room]. meanwhile the daughter ran and returned meeting him with a cup of water to bib [meaning to drink]. she lowered her head in a quick bow. efrim smiled and said "that is so nice," to the girl. then to her mother "do you have soup or sanwij or something?--start with soup. what do you mean  by sanwij?-- I like peanut butter on bread but I should not be picky because all I have is the wrong currency" explained efrim showing his sheqels. efrim continued in a low tone "I simply did not think ahead."
he saw her surprise that he was showing he had not lied. "what about tuna in a bun?" she offered. "then just soup is enuf because I do not like tuna. or just the bun without the fish."--"well I don't mind" she answered bringing the bowl of hot soup to the table. efriim then sat by the bowl and mom brought the plastic jar of peanut butter with a spreader [not a knife]. then from the frij removed two items. in one hand a white paper wrapped around something and the bag of bread.
as she approached the table he saw the art hanging from the magnets on the frij.
 "you choose if you want sliced shoulder or peanut butter". at that point even efrim who avoided saying baruk hashem which means thank god... blurted it out! "baruk hashem for people like you"--your welcome.
efrim stood up and walked to the sink to wash his hands as his habit then. he picked up the cup and heard a gasp. he filled the cup and poured the ritual and mom blurted out "you realy are jewish??'' efrim just smiled and nodded. he whispered the prayer as usual and opened the white paper.
"wait" she interrupted. "first take the bread before touching the meat or you will make the bread meaty". then she scowled and added "a jew would know that"-- ouch thought efrim even his mom wasnot that fanatical about "separate meat  dishes."
efrim turned and smiled a "sort of you got me" look. then he opened the bread bag and removed 2 slices. "take 4 your an adult" she encouraged.  yikes his wife never let him have 2 sanwijs and she supposedly loved him but it was like his wife amy treated him like a child.
"very educational" efrim thought. he pulled out 4 slices and closed the bag as it was before. then holding the bread in his right hand he said the blessing loudly in Hebrew. next he dipped the edj of one slice in the soup and bit it. finally he put the bread down and spooned a spoon of soup instinctively blowing and then eating. it was too hot for him so he pushed the bred away from the meat and opened the white paper. he pulled one slice of beef shoulder and lay it n one bread. mom watched. efrim ate "open faced" to get 4 slices of shoulder. then after the first bread and beef eaten efrim turned back to the soup. now it was the comfy temperature. he scooped out suop and vejdabl cubes. [why does soup have a warning line? truly the u  should be first with a vowel to change it from sup to suop and not o first like sober stupid brits]. after eating the suop he neared the bottom of the bowel and mom scooped/swooped in to take the bowel with the last bit of liquid and black pepper.
"thank you" said efrim as required. then he lay another thin slice of sliced shoulder and laying ana, [meaning the same amount] on each of the breads. then he folded the white paper closed and ate. when he finished drinking the water she poured efrim some ginger ale.
when he was finished chewing and swallowing efrim asked for the book of prayers. mom made a face but played along. as efrim redd the Hebrew prayer after bread mmom moved the bread and beef to the frij. then she brought a plastic spoon and a paper bag to put a new jar of peanut butter in. take this with you in case you need a snack before dinner. "I appreciate that" explained efrim adding "in our flat there is no frij" mom nodded with a look that said whatever you say but time to leave.
efrim walked out releaved with a full stomach and a bag with a snack. as efrim walked through the front door he heard "boo" from the mischivvis brat who was holding a chocolate bar and eating it.
the boy said "my name is baruk. lets play catch again" but this time mom said "you cant play now come inside and no talking to strangers." the boy asked very loudly "aren't you gonna invite him for shabat?" [but he pronounced it shabbiss] and mom whispered something.
efrim retraced his way back to the street with guest rental. as he climbedthe steps a nebbor came out and walked down past him carrying a white garbage bag full of trash. something about this guys bod was attractive. yet he knew he was turned on by women... so he was not homosexual yet he did feel something for ths man's bod. just a feeling. perhaps I am a bi? efrim thought puzzled.
"have a good shabbiss" efrim wished politely and was surprised that the man turned and stared at him puzzled and then hurried scurried down the steps.
soon efrim arrived at the door to the vacation rental and from habit reached in his pocket. he pulled his house keys and realized too late that the key would not fit here !! the key banged on the metal with a tap which echoed in the stairwell [like a big square well with stairs]. so he turned the knob- logically he had not locked it when he had left actually had stormed out. but... the door was locked so he knocked. no answer. he would bet she locked him out.
could she not hear from showering? no shower there so I guess she is on the toilet.
efrim looked at his watch waited by the door for ten minutes then stood and knocked again. there had been silence the whole time and no answer,
his witch had locked him out. so there was only one thing to do. he went bis [meaning again] to his host to beg for help.
efrim went down the steps and returned to the home which fed him and knocked on the door. when mom answered efrim said "I am so sorry for lying I really have nowhere to go and no dollars."--"I donot feel comfterbl giving you bus fare"--"really. I have nowhere to go".--"wait on the steps my husband will decide soon".
efrim sat on the steps and soon her husband came outside wearing a long black jacket. it was like the alb that efrim wore on certain holidays except instead of white this was black yet somehow shiny black. "why are you dressed like a jew?"--"I study in [..] yeshiva in yerushalayim. we are now studying bava kama."--"I will call a homeless shelter if you need" replied the dad in a tone like he had a bur covering him.
"I understand you don't believe me so I will quote it from memory. "arba avos nzikin hashor habor hamaveh vhahhevr lo hari hashor k'hari hamave vlo hari hamav khari hashor. need I continue?"--"you mixed up the order"
I stood in horror as I realized the order in the source was wrong and I just mindlessly quoted it. now he would never believe me.
then he compromised saying "I invite you to come to shul with me. there is a dinner this time. you can eat there then take this money for a bus number 16 to the homeless shelter. he handed efrim 2 dollar bills.
efrim was torn he truly believed he was not allowed to carry money on shabat… but they thought he was a gentile! so he answered "thank you I will wait here to go to shul with you."
would you believe it? it was the same place as the dinner he was supposed to attend.
to be continued...
in next part here
https://thinkforyourselfn8.blogspot.com/2018/12/the-temptation-part-3-fill-in-gap.html
here