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Kidney Pie
DIR By: StoryGod
Date: December 20, 2019, 4:35 pm
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Albina and the rest of the suite was in the front of the big gym
in Rapinoe-Conolly-Brinker instead of the back because the big,
blonde Suite Advisor who liked volley ball's girls had gotten
there first and gotten all the crab scooters and were scooting
and belly whopping in laps. The scooters looked like fun, but
there were a dozen of them and the big blonde Suite Advisor had
already invited another girl's group to share while the four
girls left out, played jump rope.
There were of course many jump ropes and when Albina tied a knot
in a big rope, they could play Little George Washington. Little
George Washington was akin to Concentration. You had to run
through the rope, make two 180 degree turns, and run out, all
the while completing the rhyme: "Little George Washington never
told a lie. He ran around the corner and he stole a _____ Pie."
You had to keep coming up with new flavors for the pie just like
in Concentration.
Tikvah settled her big book about light on the folded up mats
near the bleachers and joined the game getting in line. There
are not that many kinds of pies in the world which makes the
game sputter out fairly quickly. By the time it was Corianne's
turn, cherry, apple, pizza, and quite a few other pies were
gone. She jumped in and called out. "Little George Washington
never told a lie. He ran around the corner and he stole a mince
meat pie."
"What's a mince meat pie?" asked Nelia?. "It's made from nuts
and raisins and bits of venison and spices," Corianne answered.
"Do people eat that for dessert?"
"If people eat swine's flesh, they eat anything," Tikvah told
herself realizing she was the next victim.
"Yeah and it's gross but it's a real thing," Corianne answered.
Gross or not, Corianne was still in the game.
Then it was Tikvah's turn. "Little George Washington never told
a lie..." She did her first jump "He ran around the corner and
he stole a poppy seed pie."
No one was sure if poppy seed pies existed, and hamentaschen did
not count, so Tikvah was out of the game. She got a chance to
bury herself in her book on light, until Albina called out...
"Come on... we're going to play kick ball."
It was eight on eight kick ball, with the Suite Advisors
pitching. This time an African American Suite Advisor in lime
green pedal pushers, and with hair made stiff with spray wanted
to play Al-Saigh 11B. The Suite Advisor seemed a cheerful chatty
sort. Albina liked to chirp back. Then Albina suggested Jupita
pitch and she'd play in the outfield. Corianne and Tikvah found
themselves in the out field to, but on opposite sides. Outside
the sky had turned from blue to a kind of hazy silver. The grass
smelled dry and sad. The soccer field was empty, so the Suite
Advisors and their charges took it over for kick ball.
Albina let the African American Suite Advisor whose name was
Constance have the home team advantage which meant waiting in a
retched batting order where you couldn't read or use your cell
phone. They had played this game a bit in bais yackov and a lot
in Brooklyn. Tikvah hated it. She waited until she became a
victim, but only seven girls got up to bat and then it was time
to pray a ball did not reach her.
It was an eternity in the out field, that ended too quickly
because it was time for Tikvah to get walked or struck out,
except in kick ball there were no walks unless the ball did not
cross the plate. Those were Brooklyn rules. Anyway, Constance
made sure the ball crossed the plate. She also caught the ball
and threw it to the first baseman who tagged Tikvah out.
Corianne got up to bat next and the team was down by two. "This
game sucks," Corianne told her friend. Yes, they were friends,
bonded over the belief you could possibly get close to God,
their fondness for books, and their hatred of stupid games. It
took only four players to retire the side.
They were going to play this stupid game for seven innings. In
the bottom of the second, Corianne's luck ran out. She had to
chase a ball almost to the woods and needless to say Constance'
team was now ahead by three runs. This was going to be a
slaughter, and Tikvah was sure that both she and Corianne would
get blamed.
Still nobody said anything vile when it was time to line up to
get up to bat again, and this time two girls got on base and two
were out, and that left Tikvah to give the ball as hard a kick
as she knew how and to run. "Run! Run!" she heard other girls
shouting. She could see the firsts base woman's hands were
empty. She ran over the base, tripped and slid on the dirt. She
felt something tear and sting as she got up.
"I could get out of this stupid game and go to the nurse,"
thought Tikvah as she examined her torn tights and skinned knee.
"Attagirl!" called out Albina in awful mock excitement. Bases
were now loaded. Corianne was up to bat. Tikvah knew how it
would end. Corianne was tagged out at first retiring the side
and leaving the poor girl to blame.
"This is what I hate about kick ball," thought Tikvah and she
imagined a long talk with her father about the non-Jewish game.
Of course Jewish boys played baseball and kickball was little
kids baseball.
Fortunately, the retched game eventually ended. Al-Sigh 11-B
scored four runs and Al-Sigh 11-C, scored twelve. "It was a
route," recounted Corianne. "It was a slaughter," opined Jupita.
"We were creamed" added Nelia . "My dad said that's short for
crem-ated."
"At least everyone here was a good sport about it," chirped
Albina who was back in mora mode.
"Can we wash our hands before lunch?" asked Tikvah.
Corianne was a quick study and the two of them found their way
into the bathroom. Most of the other girls wanted to pee first.
"You know what we're doing this afternoon," Corianne told her
friend.
"This is school. There's no way out of some things," Tikvah
reminded her as Suri with the beautiful braids emerged from a
stall.
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