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Danny 2 Danielle Part XV - The Blau's survive a cowardly and vicious
attack and even persevere. Will love triumph? Stay tuned.
We pull into the hospital.
The doctors are waiting for us. Mommy bled more than me, but the
'repair' work is fairly simple for her. The doctor take out the Novocain
and simply stitches up mommy, fairly quickly. My glass shard is a bigger
problem. Apparently it is resting right on my Frontal Artery on my
forehead. They are worried that removing it might cut the vein and then
my blood would fly out like a bad horror movie. Doctor Levin arrives, of
course.
"Dani, I'm starting to think that you have a crush on me young lady.
Coming up with bizarre reasons to see me the hospital."
"Well Dr. Levin, you are really dreamy."
My joke gets a big laugh from the staff.
"Well young lady we will make an appointment with an optometrist and get
those eyes of yours checked right away."
"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, Doctor."
Mother looks reassured that Dr. Levin has joined the medical team.
"So I see that the scum of the earth has resorted to their own
Kristallnacht. I am glad to see that they have failed. Their kind must
skulk around at night, and attack children," says Dr, Levin, his voice
dripping with contempt.
"Let's look at your keppie, Dani." Dr. Levin spend several minutes
looking at the wound. "Hmmmm, I see the problem. You are lucky young
lady. A near miss. It is just resting right on that artery. I think
the most direct approach, and perhaps my colleagues have missed a
solution, it's a Moses and the mountain issue, right? Dr. Bennett just
push back here, and inch from the vein, and just slide the skin back.
See the vein has moved just a little of the way, and now we can pop out
the fragment like, so....."
The medical team all smile. The solution seems so obvious now. "Now a
little local and we can sew this up as well."
Mother lets out a long sigh of relief. Donny shows up just as they
finish the last of my stitches and wrap my head with a bandage, so I look
like the fife player in Revolutionary war painting, the Spirit of '76.
Donny says, "It turns out that the gun they used was a starter pistol, so
I wasn't in much danger, but the police said that a starter pistol counts
like a real gun in New York, so those guys are in big trouble."
"Oh thank god Donald, I though for a minute that you were dead."
"Nope, the Donster is just fine....."
The enormity of what has happened hits my brother, he starts crying. Mom
and I start crying. We hug each other. What a horrible thing to have
happen to us. Dr. Levin is shooing out the medical staff trying to give
us our privacy. Simultaneously, mother and I reach out to Dr. Levin.
"You are part of this too Dr. Levin," says mommy.
"I can prescribe a hug or two as medicinally necessary," says the doctor
as he joins our group hug. It just feels right for us to be with Dr.
Levin, he has done so much for our family, maybe he has become part of
our family.
After we calm down, we separate. Separating from a spontaneous group hug
always seems a little awkward.
"Well despite all the mishegoss, at least my son can now meet a real
hero like you Dr. Levin," says mommy.
"It is honor, a great honor, to meet you sir," says Donny as he firmly
shakes Dr. Levin's hand.
"Thank you Donald, but I'm not a hero...."
"Nope, Dr. Levin, to this family you are a hero, end of discussion, no
more debate, the subject is closed, a hero!" I say with a grin.
"Well thank you Dani. I'm sorry you have been through so much and at
such a young age. Your family is very strong, and you must never back
down to these people who have given in to yetzer hara. Every person Dani
has the inclination to do the yetzer haTov, the good, and the yetzer
hara, the evil. There is good in even the most evil of us, I really
believe of that, even of my Nazi captors, but how will they know how to
do the good, if there are not good people to learn from, who care, who
love? Your family's love will win, I know it will."
I nod. "I think I understand Dr. Levin. If anyone should know that,
it's you."
"I know it, Dani! It is the one thing that gets me through the decades,
when I miss my family so much...treasure this time Dani...not all of us
get this time with our family."
I nod as my mother hugs me. I try to choke back the tears, I don't
succeed, neither do any of the other Blau's avoid misting up.
"Dr. Levin you make more sense than any twenty Rabbis put together that,
I've ever talked to. Well I guess I mean, talked down to me," says my
mother.
"Well a certain personality tends to be drawn to becoming a Rabbi," says
Dr. Levin with an impish smile. "There is an old Yiddish saying 'words
should be weighed, not counted', something perhaps a few Rabbi's don't
quite understand."
"Although I feel I having something to confess Doctor Levin......"
"I am neither a priest nor a rabbi, but what do you wish to tell me?"
says Dr. Levin with a jovial smile.
"Their father is Jewish and my father is Jewish, but my mother, not so
much. Dad fell hard for a pretty blonde shiksha. Mom was going to
convert, but it never really happened. Dad was barely observant, but I
raised culturally Jewish, and I fell hard for my Jewish Prince, who was
also never a regular at temple."
"So three quarters Jewish? Close enough, it's like horseshoes as far as
I am concerned," says Dr. Levin with a big smile.
"We've taken up enough of your time Doctor, may we meet again next in a
supermarket, or at a golf course."
"Or perhaps next year, in Jerusalem?" says Dr. Levin. An inside joke if
you've ever been to a Seder for Passover. "Sounds like a plan, Mrs.
Blau."
We all thank our family's personal super hero one more time and exit.
Before we get into the car, mom has us shake our heads, and try as best
as we can, to get any glass fragments out of our hair. Mom drives us
home in the Red Tornado. Once we get back, we are shocked at how normal
the house looks. Sure we have a police car parked on our front lawn, but
inside it's all cleaned up! Mr. Fields' team is putting their giant
industrial vacuum cleaners into a truck, and Mr. Fields is using a heat
gun to seal a plastic film over the now completely empty window pane.
Someone has cleaned up our food plates and put them in the dishwasher.
On our kitchen counter are warm brownies and chocolate chip cookies,
deposited by our neighbors, no doubt.
The police stop by and update us that the suspects are under arrest and
will have to wait until the morning to try to make bond. The driver
already confessed that he didn't know about the brick, and thought they
were going to egg your house. That places all of them at the scene of
the crime, whether the driver knew about the brick or not. "The drivers
in these type of crimes always try to weasel out of it," says the
sergeant with a big smile. "Two of the four of them are a father and a
son. What kind of a father would involve his child in something like
this, where someone could have been killed or seriously injured?
Unbelievable," says the other officer. "Hey Sarge, this is the Blau kid
my little brother told me about, he punched out three bullies who tried
to ambush him at school. Boy did they make a mistake."
The sergeant smiles. "Mrs. Blau you need to know that your son was very
helpful to our investigation, very mature. You've got a fine young man,
Mrs. Blau. You should be very proud."
Mom smiles and tussles his hair. "Gentlemen, I was planning on leaving
him at the orphanage tomorrow, but you've convinced me to keep him for a
little longer." Mom hugs Donny.
"We are going to leave the patrol car out front, and our night patrol
will include several laps of your street for the entire night, so you
should have a car going through here several times an hour. Plus the
State Police are going to drive here through as well, as they patrol the
highway." We all thank the police as they depart for their help.
Mr. Fields has finished up and is packing his tools. "Mr. Fields that
looks fantastic. Thank you so much, just let me know the cost."
"Mr. Dr. Blau has done my kids' braces at a very, very neighborly price.
Three of them. My wife would kill me if I charged you a nickel.
Besides, you were the victim of a terrible crime, I will write you a
bill, but have the court make those idiots pay it. They should be held
responsible for the damages. Regardless if those knuckleheads pay
anything, you, Mrs. Dr. Blau shall not owe me a penny, ever. Goodnight.
I am so glad you were not more seriously injured."
We all thank Mr. Fields as much as we did the police.
"Okay kids, strip! Let's try to get as much of the blood out of clothes
as we can. I think you pre-treat it with salt, oh wait that's wine
stains, maybe its vinegar. That sounds right." We strip down, no need
to be shy right now. Too much has happened.
I say to my brother, "I hope we can get the blood off your Islanders
jersey, Donny."
"If we can't, I'll lie and say it's LaFontaine's blood or better yet,
it's Wayne Gretsky's blood from a fight between the two of them."
"We can get the blood out," says mommy. "Okay troops, let's change into
our PJ's and such, and hit those brownies. Wear your shoes in the dining
room, there could still be some shards of glass despite the cleaning.
We don't need a second trip to the ER."
We go upstairs and change. Then we feast on the cookies and the brownies
in the kitchen and of course some milk. When you go through something so
dangerous, and you get through it, you feel, well, you feel good. That's
how we feel. We are almost giddy. Mommy says "I was going to show you
my other purchases until we were interrupted." Mommy opens another bag,
it has a halter dress in a plaid gingham print of mixed pastels. It has
a white winged collar and a white leather belt. It's very chic and even
though I am just developing my look, my esthetic, it's very me. "I want
you wear this tomorrow, darling."
"Mom...its lovely.....I..."
"They've all seen you in a dress. If you return to boy clothes, all that
they will learn, is that the bullying works, that they can get their way
if they are violent enough."
"I...understand.....the hard path."
"To the hard path," says mother raising her glass of milk.
My brother and I raise our glasses of milk. "To the hard path," we say
simultaneously and clink our glasses.
"Wow a father and son did this. It just shows that Dr. Levin was right,
about how can the son learn the yetzer haTov, the good? When the father
would think that throwing a brick through someone's house during dinner
is a good idea?" I exclaim.
"That kid is probably doomed, honey. Being raised around that much hate.
It's a shame, and yes it does show that Dr. Levin is very, very wise,"
says Mother.
"To the good and wise Doctor Levin, victorious over the Nazis!" I say as
I raise my glass.
We toast the Doctor in milk.
"To Dr. Blumenthal, who is trying to....." I get stuck. I was going to
say fix me, but I'm not supposed to think that way, that I'm broken.
"Help Dani, shed her boyish cocoon and fly away as a beautiful girly
butterfly," says the Donster.
"How well said my young poet," says our mommy.
"Thanks Big bro."
We toast Dr. Blumenthal.
"To my Dad, a patent lawyer who is also, unbeknownst to him, was used by
me as an expert on education law yesterday and faked that he knew
anything about United Nation's employment issues for me today."
"To grandad Simon," we toast in milk.
"To the New York Islanders! Who have done so much for our family," says
a grinning Donny.
"Sure! Why not," says mommy grinning.
We down the last of our milk.
We keep talking, about this and that. Mom shows me a purse she bought
for me at the second hand store. It is a Bermuda Bag in a pink and blue
plaid. "It's just like me, right now, I'm both pink and blue at the
moment. It's perfect, and very in these days, all the girls have one.
Thank's mom. Did you get anything for yourself?"
She smiles and shakes her head. "Stop being self-sacrificing mommy!"
"Yeah mom," says Donny jumping in. "No one likes a martyr."
It is clear we don't seem to want to leave each other's company tonight.
Mom says we can sleep with her tonight, that she needs her tough son and
her brave daughter tonight. "Well if you insist mother," I say with a
grin. We go upstairs and get in mom's big bed. In the middle of night I
learn that the Donster has picked up one of dad's 'habits'; he snores.
Mom seems to sleep through the 'racket', probably from years of sleeping
through the night with hurricane dad, but I am a light sleeper. I slink
off to my room, for some more shut eye.
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