His Brothers

His Brothers were waiting for him on the outside veranda,which was shaded by a tall birch tree,protecting them from the simmering heat. He arrived late as usual to the indignant stare of his brothers, who had become less tolerant of him over the years. Of course he was well protected by his mother Rivka,who always kept a hidden eye and ear as to his wear abouts,which was never too certain. This time his mother was not home,having gone out to the local market in preparation for the Sabbath dinner. His Brothers sat around the shaded corner table,sipping chilled minted tea and chatting among each other over matters pertaining to the angst of being a young Jewish man in provincial Poland. Of course the subject would begin on the lack of free spirited Jewish women,meander on family politics and usually end up on jewish women again,with a slight afterthought of the non Jewish possibilities,which would always cause a stirr,not without some excitement.