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Beneath the Rubbish

Rhona Lewis

Something heavy clunked onto the floor behind Tami, followed by a metallic tinkle. Tami squeezed one last squiggle of pink frosting on a cookie and turned slowly. “Hi, Tami!” Betzalel said, ducking slightly so that his hat wouldn’t knock the top of the doorway. “Can you believe someone actually left this fan by the garbage? I’ll check the plug and the fuse. I’ll have it working beautifully by the end of the evening.”

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

“Yup,” she said with the right lilt in her voice, “Someone else could’ve easily picked it up.” If only they had…. “Uh… do you mind moving your fan to the living room?” she asked, searching his face for a sign that he’d detected her lack of enthusiasm. Looked like all was safe. “Just, all my cookies and cupcakes are out here and the fan’s probably got years of dirt and germs all over it.”

“No problem.” Betzalel lifted the fan in one hand, then put it down in the same spot. “You’ve been super busy! Smells irresistible. Are we invited to the kiddush?”

Tami laughed. “After supper, you can sample the spread,” she said. “The fan?” Her dark eyebrows arched toward her blue snood.

“Yes, ma’am!”

Half an hour later, Betzalel popped another rum ball covered in chocolate shavings into his mouth. Tami wondered if he could taste the Seville orange essence she had added on the spur of the moment. “Can we arrange for you to cater a kiddush every week?” he asked.

Tami smiled. “I’m booked up for the whole next month,” she said. “Get used to seeing my platters all over the kitchen counters!” She waved her arm round the kitchen. The counters, the tops of the fridge, toaster oven, and microwave were all covered with laden platters. Her own hard work. All that delicate fiddling had paid off; they looked stunning, if she said so herself.

“Super delicious!” Betzalel pushed his empty plate toward her. “You really need a better storage system,” he said, flexing his shoulders. “I’ll think of a solution. In the meantime, where’s your blow-dryer? I may have a 13-amp fuse in my drawers to fix it.”

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