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Complications, Chapter 25 Prt. A
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“So, you never really wore any symbol of your faith?” A young woman in her mid-20’s walked alongside another brunette as they walked down the sidewalk.
“Not really, I don’t know. I wore a chai for a while, but I stopped.” The other brunette, Jenny Schecter, answered.
“Why?” The first woman asked, chuckling slightly.
“I don’t know, it just didn’t seem right. I mean, I don’t really believe in all that.” Jenny responded, avoiding eye contact.
“And ‘all that’ would be the religion aspect?”
“Yeah.”
“And why don’t you believe in the religion?”
“Look, Rachel, it’s different for you. I mean, you… are a fucking rabbi!”
“So? I’m still human, aren’t I?”
“Yes, but you’re a human that channels the teachings of the lord! Adonai! I don’t know!” Jenny yelled, throwing her hands up in the air and walking backwards towards her door.
“Well,” Rachel replied, moving to pin Jenny against the door, “There are a lot of Jews who are purely cultural Jews, not religious ones.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” She leaned in, quickly capturing Jenny’s lips in a chaste kiss.
“Wait. But… you’re a rabbi.”
“Yeah… a reform rabbi.”
“What does that mean?” Jenny whispered back, shyly turning away.
“It means I’m gay, I’m a woman, but I’m still a rabbi. No segregation, no kosher, just belief in God.”
“I… I didn’t know that existed.”
Rachel grinned.
“Well, then I’m glad to have enlightened you.” She leaned in, kissing Jenny again, this time with more force, pinning her up against her doorway.
“Shit, shit!” Jenny murmured, pulling away and flipping open her cell phone.
“Hello?”
“Fuck! Thank God you picked up!” Carmen hissed into the payphone she was leaning against.
“Carmen?” Jenny’s puzzled voice came over the receiver.
“Yeah.”
”Where are you? Your number didn’t show up…”
“I know. I’m at the police station.”
“What?” Jenny asked, seemingly shocked into silence.
“It’s a long story. A long story. But if you don’t get here and pull me out of this hellhole soon, it’s gonna be even longer and tweedledee and tweedledum are going to be dead!”
“Who are tweedledee and tweedledum?” Jenny giggled.
“Alice and Dana. Now get over here!” Carmen slammed the phone down, leaning her head against the wall.
“All right, come on.” The officer grabbed her by the arm, placing her back in the holding cell.
Carmen walked back to the bench and sat down next to Dana and Alice, who were still fighting.
“Carmen! Who was right?” Alice snapped, both she and her girlfriend looking over at the Latina.
“For the last fucking time, I’m not getting involved…” Her eyes brightened up slightly. “Unless one of you has aspirin.”
The two silently looked at each other.
”That’s what I thought. Now shut the fuck up.”
Shane sighed, walking back into the hotel room, and collapsing on her bed, pulling the covers up over her shivering body. She opened her eyes one last time before settling into sleep and noticed something pale staring back at her. Too pale to be human, at least. She sighed, sitting up and walked over to her father’s bed, pulling off the covers as soon as she reached it.
“Fuck.” She muttered. All there was were a few pillows stacked to look like him. “Where the fuck did he go?” She pulled on her clothes and walked out of the room.
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I was wondering where you were. Sorry about all your school work, especially cause it doesn’t leave you much time for writing–hehe. Thanks for the chapter, update when you can :).
Good chapter!
I love your story.
I love this story… heehee… This is so freaking short I could be angry with you if not for the fact that school is such a bitch. But thank you so much for updating… Much appreciated!
I’m with you on the whole “school is fucking hard” thing. I love the update, and am willing to wait for another, maybe the semester will get easier and you can post more often? Wishful thinking, I know…