“If you do things like speed dating and other Jewish singles events, your chances of falling in love with a Jewish girl will increase,” Burt stated, as if he knew it to be a fact.
“If you marry someone who isn’t Jewish, how will you raise your children?” Sandi asked.
“Mom, I don’t even have anyone remotely on my list at the moment, so why do we have to go there?” He wondered how his parents would take to Tracie and her blonde-haired, blue-eyed son.
“I’m just saying — Christmas and Hanukah, the New Testament and the Old Testament…and Jesus. It could all be very confusing to a child.”
“Either way, my kids will still be eating bacon.” Adam was really putting his foot down. Everyone stared at him. “What? What’s wrong with bacon? None of you keep Kosher!”
“My brother, Mort, gets to have a nice Jewish wedding for Jeremy. What does God have in store for me? Ham and cheese sandwiches at a VFW post?” Burt pleaded.
This kind of conversation happened every time Adam’s parents were around or heard about young Jewish couples. Adam liked the idea of having a Jewish family, but not at the expense of everything else. Judaism was not a reason alone to marry. Period.
“Dad, please, can we drop this right now? If you don’t, I swear I’m going on the Internet tonight and am going to start dating a Christian — maybe even a Born Again. If you stop now, I’ll go to one speed dating deal.”
“Okay,” his father smiled, pulling a fifty out of his wallet. “This should cover the fee.”
Adam still hadn’t told his parents that he’d been fired. Maybe the speed dating would keep them distracted.
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