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Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty : Something new (part two)


(part two)

Hecate gave him a big smile. Still imitating Tanesha’s voice, she said, “How was Jeanie Jeanson?”

“She was lovely. Truly love. I was surprised, you know because she married that jerk. But she had this joyful energy,” Jeraine said. “She took my elbow, and we walked into the restaurant together. She was really big — you know, loud voice and big words and gestures and stuff — outside and before we were escorted to our table. Once we got there, she was all business. I was … Uh … I don’t know if I should say this.”

He turned his head to look at her.

“Say what?” Hecate asked.

“Well, she acted like such a ditz when we were going inside and then she was brutally smart and nice,” Jeraine said.

“She was smart and nice,” Hecate said.

“You don’t think Tanesha would say that people can be smart and big?” Jeraine asked.

“I think Tanesha will know what you mean and appreciate hearing about it,” Hedone said in her own voice. “Especially since you really liked Smart Jeanie. She treated you like you were smart, a real professional, which was refreshing. You and she talked back and forth until Jammy took over the business talk.”

“Hmm,” Jeraine said with a nod. “I didn’t realize that she had already talked to Jammy’s friend Matt. Do we know his last name?”

“Are you asking me or Tanesha?” Hecate asked.

“You,” Jeraine said. “I don’t know it so it’s unlikely that Tanesha would.”

“She could have looked it up,” Hecate said.

“She’s in school,” Jeraine said. “That takes up most of her brain. It’s hard stuff. She doesn’t have time or space to look up other stuff.”

Hecate nodded. Jeraine forgot what they were talking about so he fell silent.

“Fromm,” Hecate said.

“Fromm what?” Jeraine asked.

“Matt and Helen’s last name,” Hecate said.

“How did you know?” Jeraine asked.

Hecate pointed to an advertisement that said: “Helen Fromm for mayor, Working for the people of Las Vegas since 2006.” She put her hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the ad and shook his head.

“That’s her last name,” Jeraine said.

“Oh,” Hecate said. “How do you know?”

“His name is Matt, short for Matthew,” Jeraine said.

“So?” Hecate asked.

“He was a disciple of Jesus,” Jeraine said. “Fromm is a Jewish name.”

Hecate shook her head.

“What?” Jeraine asked.

“I keep forgetting,” Hecate said with a shrug. “Jesus, Moses. It all runs together for me.”

“I bet,” Jeraine said.

His head returned to the table.

“Matt’s last name is Fromm,” Jammy said from the living room. “His father was Jewish. His mother Christian. For the Orthodox, Matt’s not Jewish because his mother wasn’t born Jewish. She converted before she married his father. Her father’s name was Matthew. That’s how you end up with Jewish boy named ‘Matt’.”

Jeraine laughed when he saw Hecate’s pinched face. Jammy turned to look at what Jeraine was laughing at.

“She can’t keep Jesus or Moses …”

“Buddha, Confucius, Muhammed …” Hecate lifted a shoulder in a shrug.

“Is your mother a ‘real’ Jew?” Jeraine asked.

“Yes,” Jammy said with a shake of his head. “All the way back to Moses.”

Jammy grinned at Hecate. She shrugged. Jeraine’s phone rang, and Jammy picked it up. They smiled at Jammy

“We were practicing talking to Tanesha,” Hecate said. “So you talked to Matt Fromm.”

“Yea, right,” Jeraine said, his forehead pressed against the table again. “Jeanie and Matt are going to produce my shows together in some kind of arrangement between the casinos. People can get casino deals at both places or whatever.”

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