Toile Fabric and the Voice in My Head
Grandmas voice is in my head. Tonight I see the name of a fabric manufacturer and imagine that I say it aloud to her and she says, “Huh, sounds Jewish.”
I say, “Okay.”
I am hoping she’ll drop it.
She says, “So? So, you are not Jewish!”
And I say, “I agree, not Jewish.”
And she says, “So, you know you cannot marry a Jew, because they are not like Episcopalian. You know, Protestant.”
And I say, “Right. And I’m already married. And it’s just fabric.”
And she says, “You need to know these things. Eventually, I die. Then who tells you?”
Apparently, she still tells me.
