Faye Kellerman - The Ritual Bath

“And yourself?” Gilbert asked.

“I’m petrified.”

“Why don’t you stop being the mikvah lady?” Hawthorne asked. “It’s become a dangerous job for a lone woman.”

“The yeshiva supports the boys and me. In exchange, I teach and run the mikvah.”

“They wouldn’t kick you out if you quit,” Steve said.

“I’d feel like a moocher if I didn’t contribute.”

“Dedicated until the end.” Steve shook his head.

She looked at him sharply, and he shrugged apologetically.

“Did Sammy ever thank you for the baseball cards, Matt?”

“He sure did. You should have let him come with me to the ball game Thursday evening. It would have been a lot safer there than it was here.”

“The boys were perfectly safe,” Gilbert said. “They were with me.”

“Yes, I meant to thank you for walking them to Sarah Adler’s after Computer Club,” Rina said to him.

“No problem.” Gilbert paused a moment. “Yossie Adler has been awfully quiet lately. Does he know what happened?”

“He must,” Hawthorne replied. “He’s thirteen and very bright.”

“Did anyone say anything to him?” Gilbert asked, wiping his glasses with a tissue.

“No one that I know of,” answered Rina. “Certainly his parents haven’t said anything.”

“We’re being watched, comrades,” whispered Hawthorne.

Rina turned and saw some of the women staring at her.

She moved down a row.

“I highly recommend this security company,” said Hollander. “Many businesses and developments in the area have worked with them successfully. Their field of expertise is residential and ground patrol.”

“What about the female guards?” someone asked.

“They’re as well-trained as the men. And let me tell you people something: The women are big women. They wear firearms, and they know how to use them.”

“I don’t see why the yeshiva has to dole out extra money to do the job the police should be doing,” someone else complained.

“Menachem, it’s impossible for the police to be everywhere all the time,” explained Rav Schulman. “On the other hand, Rabbi Marcus’s skepticism is valid. The police did nothing about the vandalism. Why should this case be different?”

“Rabbi Schulman,” Hollander sighed wearily. “We know the kids who’re responsible, but unless we catch them in the act, it’s impossible to prosecute.”

“It’s those punk kids.” Ruthie Zipperstein grimaced. “They wear those Nazi armbands and the leather pants. Anti-Semites, each and every one of them. I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if they were behind what happened at the mikvah.”

“They bother us when we do our marketing in town,” Chana added.

“Did you file a complaint?” Hollander asked.

“What good would a complaint do against obscene language?” Chana shouted. “You can’t control the vandals, you can’t control them from raping, you’re obviously not going to be able to control their mouths.”

“If they are really harassing you-”

“Forget it,” Ruthie said, disgusted. “I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“Now I want to say something, Detective Hollander,” the Rosh Yeshiva broke in. “First I think the police should show good faith and tell us the real reason for Detective Decker’s absence.”

Hollander chewed his pipe stem. What the hell? It would be on the eleven o’clock news.

“He’s out investigating another Foothill rape.”

“Is this madman the same one who attacked my wife?” Zvi demanded.

“I don’t know, Mr. Adler. You’ll have to ask Detective Decker for the details.”

Zvi turned to Rina. “Did you talk about this with him?”

She didn’t know what to say, so she hedged. “I don’t know any more than you do.”

“Don’t you have a hotline to the detective?” Chana said accusingly.

Why didn’t they leave her alone…

“Anyone can call him,” she snapped back. “You want to call him up and ask him questions, call him up.”

“This is getting nowhere,” the Rosh Yeshiva interjected. “I have a plan, and it’s a good one. One, we hire a female security guard to watch the mikvah and walk the ladies home at night. Two, on Shabbos we will take extra precautions. I will not have this rasha violating our holy day of rest!”

The old man broke into a spasm of coughs. When the hacking subsided, he continued.

“I’ve just spoken with Steven and Matthew, and Baruch Hashem , they’re gutten neshamas .” He translated for Hollander: “Good souls. They want to help out and have volunteered to patrol Friday nights when we’re in shul.”

The audience turned to the teachers with grateful smiles, but Hollander was skeptical. He suspected everyone connected to the place, and the teachers were no exceptions. But he kept his opinions to himself and smiled approvingly.

“That’s nice of you,” Rina whispered.

“At least until Steve gets married,” said Rabbi Schulman smiling. “And that’s going to be when, Steven?”

“Three months.”

“So”-the old man clasped his hands-“we’ll all work together. The police will do their job, and we will be especially vigilant. If it be the will of Hashem , justice will be served.”

He turned to Hollander.

“We will fight back if we have to, Detective. Never again will we be lambs led to slaughter.”

He looked as hard as an old Baptist preacher, thought Hollander. Gazing at the roomful of angry faces, the detective groaned inwardly. He could just see it. Some kid throws an egg at the gate and winds up in the hospital minus a pair of nuts.

“I understand your feeling of frustration, Rabbi, but please, if something comes up, I strongly urge you to leave it up to the police. It’s dangerous to take the law into your own hands, and it could get you in a heap of trouble, legally.”

The rabbi was not daunted. “That may be a chance we’ll have to take,” he said, firmly.

“Rina Miriam,” the Rosh Yeshiva called out as she was about to leave.

She walked back to him.

“Yes, Rav Aaron.”

“Rina Miriam,” he said softly, “a yeshiva isn’t the ideal atmosphere for a young widow with two children. Are you happy here?”

“I’m content. My boys have found a home here.”

“Then I am glad we can do honor to Yitzchak, alav hashalom , by providing his family with a community.”

“Thank you,” she said.

But she knew there was more.

“We will always have a place for you and your boys, Rina Miriam. You have a very important role here. You teach, you lecture irreligious women on Taharat Hamishpacha . Many women now go to the mikvah because of you.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“You and your children will always be welcome, but…” The old man’s eyes became as hard as granite. “But there’s no room for a goy.”

She turned a deep crimson.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re a very smart lady. You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know what kind of rumors you’ve heard-”

“I don’t listen to rumors, Rina Miriam.”

“Of course you don’t.” She looked at the floor.

“But, Baruch Hashem , my eyes still work, and I see things. Like the expression on your face last Thursday when you talked to the big detective. And the one on his face when he talked to you. He’s a nice boy-rugged looking, hard working, well-mannered-a mensch . It’s easy to get caught up, especially if you’ve been alone for a while.”

“There is nothing between Detective Decker and me.”

“I’m glad you’ve convinced your head of that. Now work on your heart.”