two headed boy
Weeks pass. Jason’s Bar Mitzvah is impending. Whizzer’s cold is still knocking about. Marvin’s stressed about the stupid party. Whizzer tries to get him to calm down. Trina calls Whizzer a G-dsend. Cordelia’s overjoyed to be catering for the Bar Mitzvah. Mendel is sweet, but incompetent. Charlotte is worried all the time and Whizzer doesn’t know why. Jason is trying his best. Whizzer is caught up in the middle of it all. Happy to be there.
It’s two weeks before the Bar Mitzvah. Whizzer and Marvin are playing racquetball. Whizzer’s trying not to cough. He’s pissed off. He can’t play properly for some fucking reason. His racquet feels heavy as all hell. He shrugs it off and serves. Fucks it up. Marvin laughs at him. Whizzer flips him off. Manages to return a shot. Misses the next. And the next. And the next. Swears. Rolls his eyes. Flounces and pouts and whines in his usual manner. There’s something black in front of his eyes. It hurts. He blinks a few times until it goes away. Takes a deep breath. Forces himself to keep playing.
One set down. A few to go. Whizzer loses. Whizzer loses. Whizzer loses. Whizzer feels sick. Whizzer coughs. Whizzer swings. Whizzer coughs. Whizzer’s head swims. Whizzer’s brain feels bleached. Whizzer’s eyes cross. Whizzer can’t see. Whizzer can’t see. Whizzer’s legs give way. Whizzer cries out in hebrew for his mother. Whizzer hits the ground.