#Asher Kosher Just Another Day

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Song of the Day: Just Another Day: Asher Kosher (ft. Manik MC & C.REM)

Song of the Day: Just Another Day: @AsherKosher (ft. Manik MC & C.REM)

North London rapper ASHER KOSHER – founding member of both the Hackney-based Root 73 studio and acclaimed multi-artist label platform, The Silhouettes Project – returns with the fourth single to be lifted from his forthcoming, as-yet-unannounced new project. Following opening singles ‘On Our Street’ ft. Bel Cobain, ‘Focus’ featuring Eerf Evil and the biting social commentary of ‘Mug’, ‘Just…

[cfijerusalem]

NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE WITH  GOD: ONE MONTH OF RAIN IN ONE NIGHT.

“I am the LORD, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?” Jeremiah 32:27.

“In those days, ten men from nations of every tongue will take hold – they will take hold of every Yehudi by a corner of his cloak and say, ‘Let us go with you, for we have heard that Hashem is with you’” Zechariah 8:23 (The Israel Bible). 

We have many miracles here in the Land of Israel all year round. We want the nations to hear about them. One recent one is rain. The word for rain in Hebrew is geshem. It literally means “timely/blessed rain��� geshem bracha. If it rains earlier or later, it can damage the produce. For that reason, the Hebrew language has special words for the first rain yoreh and for the last rain of the season malkosh. The Torah tells us that rainfall in Israel is dependent on keeping God’s laws. Prayers for rain have been bountifully answered this year. Reports inform us that Israel normally receives seven inches of rain for the entire month; seven inches fell overnight on a Sabbath when Jews read the Torah portion of Toldot making it one of the rainiest days in modern Israel’s history. Some areas of Israel’s coast have already seen over 40% of their average annual rainfall. Mount Hermon in the north received its first snow of the season.

“Rain in Israel is a reflection of the relationship between the Jews and God. ‘If, then, you obey the commandments that I enjoin upon you this day, loving Hashem your God and serving Him with all your heart and soul, I will grant the rain for your land in season, the early rain and the late…’ Deuteronomy 11:13-14. Eleven years ago, Israel was suffering from a horrible drought. Recently during this pandemic, rains fell here, but another plague of locusts hit Saudi Arabia and Yemen. It was right after Israel recited a passage in the Bible ‘For if you refuse to let My people go, tomorrow I will bring locusts on your territory’ Exodus 10:4 The Israel Bible.” ~ Adam Eliyahu Berkowitz, Biblical News

A massive swarm of locusts ate up everything in its path in Africa and crossed the Red Sea into Saudi Arabia. For now, the Arabians have it under control, but if it continues to spread (which it seems to be doing), it could bring a welcome respite to war-torn Yemen whose starving inhabitants consider the locust to be a delicacy. In the summer of 2019, locusts invaded Yemen just prior to the month-long Ramadan fast. The insects were snatched up by the Yemenis who traditionally eat them roasted as a protein served with rice and vegetables. Yemenis claim that eating them has health benefits which include easing diabetes and hypertension. Despite human consumption of insects being strictly forbidden by the Torah, locusts are the notable exception and are kosher (Leviticus 11:22-23). It is interesting to note that recently Jews in synagogues all around the world were reading Parsha Bo - the section of the Torah describing the plague of locusts that struck Egypt before the Exodus. Locusts invaded all the land of Egypt and settled within all the territory of Egypt in a thick mass; never before had there been so many, nor will there ever be so many again. They covered the face of the whole land, so that the land was darkened, and they ate all the plants in the land and all the fruit of the trees that the hail had left. Not a green thing remained, neither tree nor plant of the field, through all the land of Egypt (Exodus 10:14-15).

According to Jewish tradition and based on a verse in Micah, the ten-plagues will reappear before the Messiah. “I will show him wondrous deeds, as in the days when You sallied forth from the land of Egypt” Micah 7:15. Jewish sources predict that all of the plagues will reappear in the final Redemption but in even more powerful forms. It is written in Midrash Tanchuma, homiletic teachings collected around the fifth century, that “just as God struck the Egyptians with 10 plagues, so too He will strike the enemies of the Jewish people at the time of the Redemption.” Rabbi Bahya Ben Asher, a 13th-century Spanish commentator, wrote, “In Egypt, God used only part of His strength. When the final redemption comes, God will show much, much more of His power.” The world is ripe for judgment, including God’s People who need to return to God’s ways. However, we know that God is at work in Israel, as well as in the nations. Nothing – nothing at all is impossible with Him. We need to “watch and pray” Matthew 26:41 as Jesus instructed us. This way we will be encouraged that we are moving forward in redemption for Israel and the nations. Keep looking “up” and you will “hear” more about what He will do with His Chosen People in the latter days.

Let’s Enter the Throne Room in Unity and Purpose

REAL TIME PRAYER CONCERNS

Syrian media reported seeing Syrian Army Troops on the Lebanese side of the Hermon Mount recently. (With its summit straddling the border between Syria and Lebanon, Mount Hermon was captured in the 1967 Six-Day War. After becoming the northernmost point in Israel and therefore of huge strategic significance, the Hermon was recaptured by Syria at the outset of the 1973 Yom Kippur War. It was recaptured by Israel after fierce fighting by the Golani brigade.  

The pre-Yom Kippur War Syrian-controlled sector was returned to Syria after the war. Syria maintained an extended occupation of Lebanon from 1976 to 2005.) Headlines here read: “Syrian Troops Spotted Amassing Near Israel’s Mt. Hermon Border” (Adam Berkowitz, January 2021).The area has become very active lately. Recently also, four Syrian family members were killed by falling debris from the Syrian air-defense system reacting to an alleged Israeli airstrike. On January 13, airstrikes also attributed to Israel targeted dozens of sites in the Deir al-Zor region of eastern Syria resulting in 25-50 casualties. Two weeks earlier, an attack attributed to Israel targeted a munitions factory in north-western Syria near the city of Masyaf. There is so much hatred of Israel by Arab nations; however on the other hand, a Muslim Mayor of Nazareth says :We love Israel” (David Sidman reported).

Pray for Godly leaders in Israel’s government (Memshala, ממשלה ) in Hebrew, to arise in Israel to replace the disunity with unity. The real King of Israel is yet to come back. That’s Yeshua! Until then “...give them a warning. Tell the people what a king will do to them. Tell them how a king rules people” (I Samuel 8:9 ERV).

Ask God to give Israel wisdom as the IDF prepares in a massive war drill slated for this upcoming summer. The drill is expected to last a month and will simulate a full-scale war, including with Gaza, and extending to the northern threat, which will be the main focus. “Do not forsake wisdom, and she will protect you; love her, and she will watch over you.” (Proverbs 4:6-7).

Intercede for a real spiritual change to take place in the people of Israel as disunity and division is reigning at the moment. All need to draw back to God and follow His Ways. “Seek the LORD while he may be found; call on him while he is near” (Isaiah 55:6).

Thank God that even though Israel claims democracy, they must still look for their King. May they be able to see that they can never be truly satisfied with a political kingdom, but need a theocracy in which God Almighty will rule. (Isaiah 2:3, Micah 4:2). Proclaim the Coming Kingdom under God’s government and according to His Ways.

Be hopeful and look up for the Torah will “go forth” to the world the way the Coming King will deliver it, not the way of rabbis, not the way of pastors, but the voice of the Word of God through the King of Kings.

Praise the God of Israel that He has a plan to remove the system(s) of the world. Man has tried to perfect it - but it is worldly. Thank God for the days when man shall not have positions, titles, nor power, but all will bow the knee to the God of Israel and His Messiah. (Isaiah 45:23; Romans 14:11).

Pray and intercede for Yeshua to come and establish God’s Kingdom on earth in Jerusalem. Christians are citizens of that Kingdom along with a redeemed Israel that will emerge when He arises. Our identity is here with Israel. “Remember that at that time you were separate from Christ, excluded from citizenship in Israel and foreigners to the covenants of the promise, without hope and without God in the world” (Ephesians 2:12).

Keep our eyes upon the Mountain of the Lord, Mount Zion in Jerusalem. Pray for Godly voices to arise in Israel to want to bring the people back to the Torah of Almighty God. Yeshua (Jesus) was always teaching it to His Disciples as we see in the New Testament. May the Church, along with Israel, no longer reject the truth of God’s Word, but abide by it and be reminded that in spite of hardships and hard days, God is going to fulfil every “jot and tittle” of His Word just as Jesus told us He will. (Matthew 5:18).

Many here in Israel realize that Israel is on her way to Redemption. It may not appear to be that way, but God is always working towards His Goals and His Word. That means in our Christian terminology that the approaching of the Messianic Kingdom is in motion. Birth pangs will be difficult, but as in any birth, one must “pass through” or “pass over” the pain of it all. Each new day here brings forth new opportunities to be a shining light to Israel and to prepare the way of the Lord. Thank you for every prayer warrior around the world. Let us all continue to pray, “Thy Kingdom come...on earth...” (Matthew 6:10). Won’t it be wonderful to see how the Lord changes many hearts upon His arrival?

Until that time, continue to persevere in prayer, believe the Promises of God for Israel and the Nations, and to remember to “pray for the peace of Jerusalem” (Psalm 122:6). Troubling days lie ahead.

Lots of love always.

In His Service Together,

Sharon Sanders

Christian Friends of Israel - Jerusalem

[roxy-davenport]

Eight Days of Winchester

Title: Eight Days of Winchester

Prompt: Jewish/Hanukkah/ For @saxxxology’s SPN Holiday Challenge

Word Count: 5,534 (Whoops)

Warnings: None

A/N: Fluff, Young Dean, Young Reader, Young Sam. This is told in the reader’s POV. I huge thanks to my beta @dr-dean for letting me pick your brain about Hannukah. You were a very thorough and awesome beta answering every single question I had. Thank you so much.

Also on A03

Day 1

 My mom invited this guy over to dinner. She barely even knows him but I can tell she likes him already. It’s been awhile since she found someone she liked. I promised her I’d be on my best behavior. She informs me the man has two very handsome sons -- she’s seen pictures apparently. I had an eye roll so epic I think my eyes actually rolled all the way back into my skull. But I put on my favorite dress just in case she wasn’t lying. I didn’t hold out much hope. My mom insisted the boys all come over and taste some good home cooking. The man, John I think she said his name was, said he wasn’t much of a cook and so mom insisted they come over. The holidays were supposed to be family time but I couldn’t hold it against mom. If this guy made her happy, I could give him a chance.

 Mom got out the Hanukkah menorah along with the candles. I always thought the menorah looked pretty with colored candles.

 “You remember why there are eight days to Hanukah, right?”

 I rolled my eyes yet again.

 “Yep, I remember. The eight branches represent the eight nights.”

My mother grilled me every year -- as if I could ever forget. Who needs religious classes when you got mommy dearest, right?

 “In Hebrew the word “Hanukkah” means “dedication.” The name reminds us that this holiday commemorates the re-dedication of the Temple in Jerusalem after the Jewish victory over the Syrian-Greeks in 165 B.C.E. The Syrian-Greeks had seized the Jewish temple and dedicated it to the worship of the god Zeus. The Jewish people resisted being forced to worship a false god and give up what it meant to be Jewish. If anyone practiced Judaism they would be given the death penalty. So Jewish rebels, the Maccabees, retook the temple to “purify” it by burning ritual oil in the Temple for eight days. They only had a small amount of oil which could only really last for only one day but surprisingly it lasted eight days so we now we celebrate that miracle. And because of this, the menorah in synagogues must always be lit; it must always have an eternal flame. You’re better than any religious school.”

 Mom chuckled.

 “The one candle that’s higher than the rest is called the Shamash, or helper candle, and that’s the candle you use to light the others.“

 My mom looked impressed that I actually remembered everything.

 “We have to light the candles right after sunset. If they’re late we’ll have to do it without them.” I told her hoping that we wouldn’t have to celebrate Hanukkah with strangers.

 “They won’t be late. I don’t know if John has ever taken part in Hanukah before.”

 “He’s not Jewish?”

 “No he’s not Jewish, but you should have seen his face when I asked him to celebrate with us. He was practically beaming. The poor man must be so lonely. It’s a shame his wife died. He’s such a good man. And besides, dear, we’re reform Jewish. If we were orthodox dating a goy (non-Jew) couldn’t be done.”

 My mother was so happy at sharing a tradition with a man she barely knew. Maybe my mom was as lonely as this John man. Maybe they could make each other happy. She was totally head over heels for the guy even though he didn’t see her an awful lot every month. This John character kept leaving to go off on “jobs.”

 Hello! Red flag right there, mom! He’s probably in the mob or a cheat. I mean how else could you explain the long absences? Maybe he even had another family somewhere. But I wouldn’t do anything until she came to the same conclusion. I’d play nice and get to know him until then.

 A ring at the door signaled their arrival. My mom tidied up her appearance, fixing her hair and her makeup. Mom opened the door beaming at John. I stood behind her my face not giving anything away. John smiled at me as he extended his hand to me.

 “You must be Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

 “It’s nice to meet you, too, John,” I answered back somewhat sweetly.

 He had a firm handshake and a very friendly maybe too friendly smile. There was movement behind him and my eyes darted to behind his back. John introduced me to his sons, Sam and Dean. One was very shy and small but sweet. He shook my hand rather nervously might I add. The other boy was older and taller and he just winked at me. I shivered at the feeling, excitement coursing through my 18-year-old body. He spelled danger. And for me, a girl who never left the small town I grew up in or got into any trouble, this boy spelled a different, more fun kind of life. That wink spoke volumes to me.

 I haven’t even kissed a guy yet much less made out with one. Dean looked very experienced to me. I gulped nervously in his presence. Dean noticed and smirked back at me. Self-righteous prick. He was infuriating and sexy all at the same time. I never liked any of the boys in school. Then again boys like Dean never attended my school.

 Mom brought out the menorah and placed it on the table along with the kosher candles. Dean and Sam were intrigued to see what was going to happen. Dean of course took this moment to get closer to me this time his eyes roving up and down my figure. I rolled my eyes at him. This boy had only one thing on the brain. He was hot yeah but come on a girl needs more than just hotness. Or does she?

 Mother and I placed the candles in their respective places in the menorah. Mom used the match to light the Shamash, the candle in the middle first. I then took that candle and lit the one next to it before placing it back in the middle. My mom recited the blessings as a way to pay respect to God and our Jewish ancestors.

 “Adonai , shehekheyanu, v’kiyamanu vehegianu lazman hazeh.”

 You and your mother both said, “Amen” at the same time. Your mother smiled at you before addressing the guests at the table motioning everyone to sit down and eat.

 I could feel his eyes on me the entire dinner. To make matters worse my mom talked about me. I hate being the center of attention. I know it’s normal for moms to want to brag about their kids but with them? Ugh. At the mention of stellar grades, all eyes were on me. I looked down at the floor, blushing profusely.

 Sam perked up at the mention of good grades. He started engaging me in conversation about literature and homework. I went from being shy to outgoing in a couple of minutes. This Sam boy made me feel comfortable. I found out he wrote stories and so did I. He told me he would make sure to bring some of his next time when he saw me. I in turn promised to hand him some of mine. I was so excited to show someone my stories and read his. You can find out a lot about a person through what they choose to write about.

 Dean didn’t miss the exchange between his brother and me. He was making grumbly sounds throughout. I just chose to ignore his rather puerile behavior. He was probably grumpy that his brother was not only talking to me but responsible for my smile.

 As if that’s my fault. Dean got really moody and quiet, picking at the food on his plate. I liked Dean, I really did. I just bonded intellectually with Sam -- no biggie.

 I tried to engage Dean in talk about books or other things. I didn’t find anything in common with him, but I wanted to. I couldn’t explain it but I felt drawn to him like a magnet.

 “Thank you, John, for coming during the holidays. It’s nice to celebrate with more than just the two of us.”

 “It’s been awhile since I celebrated the holidays myself and I’m glad my boys can get some culture in.”

 Mom smiled at John before turning to me, handing me a present. I smiled at her. Dean raised his eyebrow at me.

 “We get one of these everyday.”

 Blushing I reached out to quickly grab the gift. I felt awkward opening it in front of everyone, but my mom’s warm smile egged me on.

 “Wait, you get eight days worth of presents? Dad, can we be Jewish?”

 “Dean!” John said forcefully in a hushed voice.

 I stuck out my tongue at Dean. He in turn rolled his eyes. On top of the present I got delicious little chocolates called gelt that looked like coins wrapped in a gold foil. The main present was THE game I wanted for my Playstation 4. Sam’s eyes went wide when he saw that. Dean groaned. They left soon after that, John saying that his boys needed some sleep.

 Day 2

 The second they came, mom ran to hug John and grab the menorah. Mom placed the candles in the menorah from right to left and then lit the shamesh, the candle in the middle. I then lifted the shamesh out of the menorah and lit one candle before passing the shamesh to Dean who lit another candle. Mom showed Dean where the shamesh belonged on the menorah.

 I started to blush at the intense stare he was giving me. Mother closed her eyes and started chanting.

 “Baruch Atah adonai Eloheinu Melech Ha’olam, asher kidshanu b’mitzvitav v’tzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukah. Baruch Atah Adonai Eloheinu Melech Ha’olam, she’asah nisim l’avoteinu, b’yamim haheim bazman hazeh.”

 Everyone said, “Amen.”

 We all smiled and took our respective seats at the table. The more I talked with Sam, the more Dean slumped in his seat across from me. Sam and I just had so many things in common. I had no idea why Dean was being so dramatic. I didn’t like his brother like that. Sam was cute but I wanted Dean.

 “Y/N. Could you pass me the…”

 “The potato latkes? Sure Dean.”

Dean nodded, “Yeah, those.”

 “They’re really good, right?”

 “Man, I could eat these every day.” Dean confessed.

 “Wait till you try my mom’s homemade cherry blintzes. They are out of this world.”

 Dean’s face lit up at the talk of food. It was then that I learned the way to his heart. Thankfully, my mom had taught me how to cook.

 I fell into an easy conversation again with Sam but took quick glances at Dean who always smiled back at me.

 After dinner was finished, I opened my present and found another PlayStation game. This time Dean didn’t groan. Instead he watched my face light up and he smiled. He wanted to stay and talk to me but his father insisted they leave. You gave Dean half of your chocolate gelt, 5 pieces to be exact.

 “For good luck,” I told him.

 He slipped one into his mouth closing his eyes as the taste.

 “This is delicious.”

 Dean couldn’t stop smiling as he waved good-bye to me.

  Day 3

 John didn’t come today. He said he had to take the boys a few towns over to their aunt who had just given birth. Of course, I understood and my mom and I were happy for the new baby in their family. But I missed Dean. It wasn’t the same without him. I barely knew him and I missed him already.

 I lit the menorah adding another candle. I looked at the candles seeing just candles. When Dean was there, they looked like amazing lights. They made his face sparkle almost. He seemed so fascinated by the whole ritual. I was swept up in how he saw it.

 I sat there with my mom talking about school, nothing important but she noticed I was a bit apathetic. I didn’t smile like I did when Dean was there.

 I ate my chocolate by myself opening my present and smiling. It was the DVD of a movie I was dying to see. I was overjoyed and ran to my room to watch it, forgetting about Dean for the moment.

 Day 4

 I literally ran home from school smiling, only to find two place settings on the dining room table and not five. No Dean tonight, either.

 I went through the motions again lighting another candle and saying the prayer. Hannukah wasn’t as much fun without Dean.

 I was starting to get worried that maybe John had really left town not just away on a visit. He said he would be back by now. He called mom when we were having dinner and assured her that the boys would be there the next day. He sounded sure on the phone so I chose to believe it, looking forward to the possibility of seeing Dean.

 The present I got was a gorgeous silk scarf, the kind my mother said I had to be older to wear. I guess I was old enough.

 “I see the way you face lights up when he’s here. I see the way he looks at you. As much as I hate it, my baby girl is growing up.  And older girls need nice scarves, grown-up scarves. Dean is a fine boy to pick by the way.”

 I blushed and looked down at the ground. Mom smiled and kissed my forehead. I fall asleep with a smile on my face knowing that tomorrow Dean would be there.

 Day 5

 The second the door opened I looked over at Dean. He looked exhausted and he had a cut on his cheek. He was wearing long sleeves but he kept itching his arm. I glanced down when he lifted it up a bit to scratch noticing a deep cut. He followed my gaze and covered up his arm quickly. His father glared at him, which made Dean shrink. John then looked my way but I ignored the patriarch and instead hugged Dean. He was surprised by my actions before he hugged me back slowly, tentatively as if I’d run away. After a few seconds he smiled and sighed into my arms. I stepped back and looked sheepishly at him. He winked at me and whispered in my ear before walking into my apartment, “I’m fine, honey. It’s just a cut.”

He looked me up and down and I did the same.

 The two of us didn’t notice what our parents were doing or saying. We were in our own world. Dean only noticed that they were holding hands so he reached out to hold mine smiling at me. Sam cleared his throat feeling awkward. Dean tried to withdraw his hand not wanting to make his brother feel awkward but I grabbed onto his hand and wouldn’t let go. I turned to Sam and handed him one of my stories.

 “Oh man I’m so sorry I--.”

“No need to apologize, Sam. You’ll bring them when you can. I’d love to know what you think of my story. I really hope you like it.”

 “I would be happy to read it. Thanks.”

 I nodded at Sam who suddenly seemed to be more comfortable in the room. Dean smiled at me noticing the change in his brother.

 Mom lit the shamesh and you and Dean were tasked with lighting the rest of the candles. You divided up the task moving from left to right. Mom said the prayer, which always ended in a unison, “Amen.”

 The two boys ate almost all the food on the table. I stared at them confused. Didn’t their father feed them? I mean mom was a great cook but really?

 As I did every time, I gave half of my chocolate to Dean. He shook his head but I placed it in his palm and closed his fingers around it.

 “I’m Jewish, Dean. This is my thing. I get Hanukah gelt every year. There are 10 pieces here. Share it with me. Your family never gets them. Enjoy it.”

 Sam raised his eyebrows at me about to say something but Dean made a face and Sam backed away. He looked away sheepishly. Dean looked down at the chocolate in his hand and gave Sam two of his pieces. Sam’s face light up, his fingers anxiously ripping off the gold fold and putting them both into his mouth. His eyes grew wide tasting how delicious they were.

 I opened my present to find one of your favorite books, The Girl Who Owned the City.

 “You like books?”

 I looked over at Dean confused by his comment. So he doesn’t like books? Who doesn’t like books, I wondered. “This isn’t just any book Dean. This is a book about a virus that wipes out all the adults leaving children to run the world. It’s a feminist apocalypse sci-fi book. You should read it. You might like it.”

 “I’m not too big on horror or apocalyptic worlds. This world is scary enough.”

 I frown at his comment. That’s a bit dark for a 19-year-old to say. What kinds of things had he seen? Before I can ask what he meant, his father suddenly pushes Dean out of the door. I put the offhanded comment out of my mind not thinking anymore about it.

 Day 6

 We lit the menorah together before mom said the prayer.

 Dean’s eyes are on me during the whole dinner, completely distracting me and making me feel flustered. I didn’t notice the conversation John was having with my mother or how much closer they’d gotten. I do hear her laugh and it’s been so long since she even smiled.

 When I open my present I see it’s another video game I really wanted. I’m so happy and beg mom to let them stay over. Smiling she looked over at John silently begging him to say yes.

 When John nodded, the boys run up the stairs to my bedroom. I ran close behind them. I put the game in and immediately searched for multiplayer options. I handed Dean a black controller. He glanced at me like I was crazy.

 “You’re playing with us, Dean. Basically kick the bad guys asses.”

 “Oh honey, I can definitely do that. I have training in that.”

 Sam turns around and glares at his brother. Dean just shrugs. I watched the exchange completely confused.

 Reaching over Dean’s lap I place my hand on his controller. “You press this for a punch, this for a kick. This button is for a combo and this is to block.”

 Dean’s eyes glazed over at all the different buttons but once we started playing he got the hang of it, He cheered and groaned along with us. We were having so much fun we didn’t hear footsteps behind us. Mom told me that she found John just watching us. Creepy much? Mom joined in and they both watched us play games and smile. Even creepier. Thanks for telling me, mom. She even said, “When you’re a grown-up you’ll understand.” Whatever that means.

 Day 7

 Dean came to dinner dressed very nicely. I blushed when I saw him at the door. I was very happy that I had chosen a lace dress to wear.

 “I love a girl in lace,” Dean said suggestively.

 “And look at you. No more plaid lumberjack shirts but instead a leather coat and nice pants. You clean up nice, Winchester.”

 Dean blushed profusely and Sam laughed. Dean elbowed him to be quiet.

 Dean helped me light the menorah and even tried to pronounce the Hebrew words mom said.

 The second we sat down, Sam got my attention. He had a big smile on his face and a bunch of papers in his hands.

 “I just wanted to say that I love your stories, Y/N.”

 “Really?” you inquired, your eyes as wide as saucers.

 “Yeah they’re super creative. I brought mine this time.”

 “And I brought another story,” you added.

 “Awesome. I can’t wait to read it, Y/N.”

 “Same here, Sam.”

 The rest of the conversation with Sammy was about his stories. No one had ever taken an interest in your writing. I mean your mom did but she was your mom. That didn’t count. This was a boy taking an interest in you. I talked about the deeper themes in my stories and asked him about the themes in his writing.

 Dean didn’t feel jealous that I was talking to Sam. No moaning or growling from Dean’s side of the table. He simply beamed at me, happy and amazed that I could fit so well into his life.

 I watched him carefully after all the cryptic things he’d said in recent days. There was sadness in his eyes that night. I always thought it weird how I could read Dean so well. If soul mates existed maybe that would explain it. I don’t know how but I could feel guilt wafting off him in waves.

 This time I opened my small bag of gelt up and let Dean take as much as he wanted. Mom gave me my present, which I then shook trying to figure out what it was. It made a soft clicking sound.

 “A CD?”

 Mom shrugged.

 I tore open the wrapping paper and saw it was the album, Back in Black from AC/DC.

 “You love AC/DC?” Dean inquired.

 “Who doesn’t like classic rock?”

 “I’ve been trying to get Sam to enjoy more classic rock.”

 “I’d enjoy it more if you didn’t listen to it on repeat all the time.”

 Dean rolled his eyes.

 “Let’s listen to it upstairs?”

 I quickly nodded running up the stairs after him.

 “Door open kids.” Mom called out.

 “Yeah, Mom.”

 Sam took the hint and stayed downstairs. Glancing back, I saw him starting on his homework.

 The second that we got into my room I put on the album. I turned towards Dean. I was nervous so I closed my eyes and just listened to the music, letting it guide my movements. I danced in front of him occasionally opening my eyes to see Dean staring at me hungrily. He slowly walked me backwards into the wall. He put his hands on either side of my head as he looked down at me. I gulped trying to avoid eye contact. I was way too nervous for that so I stared at his chest. He carefully moved one of his hands from the wall to guide my chin up making eye contact with me.

 “Why so nervous, doll?”

 “I’ve never kissed a boy?”

 “Never? How is that possible? I would have thought boys would jump at the chance to kiss you.”

 “What school do you go to again?”

Dean chuckled. His hand slowly moved to my cheek as he caressed it. I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch.

 “That’s it, baby. Relax. I got you.”

 With my eyes still closed, I felt his face get closer and closer to mine, his forehead grazing mine. I felt his lips on my lips. Dean kissed me gently, carefully, almost reverently. He slowly moved his tongue inside my mouth cautiously playing with my tongue. My hands moved to his hair to hold him there. He took that as a sign and deepened the kiss, moving his tongue more inside my mouth. When we needed air he slowly disconnected his lips from mine. His thumb caressed my cheek. He stared into my eyes and I saw so much feeling there. He nibbled my bottom lip and my eyes fluttered closed.

 Dean and I heard a creak from the floorboards next to us. I saw him reaching into his pants to get what looked like a weapon out. Why does he have a weapon? His father cleared his throat and Dean’s hands fell suddenly to his side.

 “We gotta go, Dean.”

 Dean doesn’t argue with his father. I shivered silently at the harsh tone in which John speaks to his son. Before Dean leaves he kisses my forehead and smiles so mournfully. With several lingering glances he walked down the stairs away from me. John nodded at me and leaves quietly with the boys. I collapsed on the bed still high from that amazing kiss. If only John hadn’t interrupted us.

 Day 8

 Dean came over as usual. But everyone seemed uneasy, anxious even; their gaze never on me or my mother for too long.

 I lit the last candles for Hanukkah. Me, Dean, and mom said the Hebrew prayer.

 Dean looked at me sadly. I had no idea what was going on but with each passing second, I felt like I was dying. I could feel Dean pulling away. It was getting harder to breath.

 Moments later John shattered my world by saying that they had to move. I blinked continuously trying to blink away my tears, which Dean noticed. He looked more pained than before.

 The first decent guy to come along and make me feel amazing and then he has to leave? How cruel was fate?

 At that exact moment, the windows of my home were broken by some sort of creature. The creature was snarling at me. Mom ran away screaming. I stood my ground and started throwing things at it. Then I noticed another monster. The monster started barreling towards me. Dean acted fast tackling it to the ground. He gave the monster a hard kick making its head land painfully on the coffee table. Dean got up quickly grabbing you and ushering you into the kitchen.

 “We need silver. It’s a werewolf.”

 I didn’t ask any questions, I was beyond frightened and his voice commanded authority. I grabbed all the utensils and ran out into the living room with Dean. He threw two knives to Sam and John. I in turn threw a bunch of stuff at the monster, which distracted it. I clutched my knife focusing every ounce of strength I had into killing this werewolf. I thought about all the kids that teased me, all the bad stuff that happened, and channeled that anger. I pushed it backwards against the wall. I maneuvered under its claws and jammed the knife into its heart. It tried to scratch me as it was dying but I jumped high and rolled away from it.

 Everyone stared at me. John and Sam had already killed the other werewolf. Mom ran to me hugging and kissing me. The boys kept staring at me. I withdrew from my mother and walked over to Dean.

 “What the hell was that?” I nearly screamed at him.

 “I could ask you the same thing,” Dean answered back.

 “I take self defense classes, one. Two we lived in a very dangerous neighborhood when I grew up. So I learned how to fight at an early age. And three, I’m awesome. Thanks for noticing.”

 “Yes, you really are.” Dean said awestruck.

 Dean didn’t hesitate and grabbed the back of my head cramming his lips on mine. This wasn’t like the kiss before. This was passionate and rough. This was to show emotion, not to comfort a scared girl. I was no longer the scared, innocent, wide-eyes girl I was before. I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him back just as passionately. My eyes fluttered open when his lips left mine.

 Dean practically growled.

 “I’m not leaving Y/N behind, dad. You saw what she did. I’m telling her and I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He said the last part to me holding my hand.

 John was about to say something when I spoke up.

 “Tell me what?”

 “Dean!” John warned.

 Ignoring his father Dean spilled the beans. “We hunt monsters. That was a werewolf. Our mom died from a monster, a demon actually and we as a family hunt monsters. We keep the world safe. And we have to leave. There’s a town two hours away. Five people have already died. It’s definitely a monster. Possibly a ghost. We can’t stay here. When dad said we were visiting our aunt that gave birth? That was a lie. We were on a ghoul hunt that took longer than anticipated.”

 “Your family hunts monsters?” It made sense. His cryptic comments; the sadness, the cuts, the gun, everything made sense now.

 “Yeah I know that’s--.”

 “Hunting monsters, saving people the family business…that’s awesome.”

 Dean was shocked.

 “And you want me to come?”

 “Yes Y/N I really do.”

 “Give me a moment. One moment.”

 I nibbled Dean’s lower lip before smiling back at him. I turn to my mom walking with her into the kitchen. She hugged me handing me a large book bag.

 “I heard everything honey. I may not like it but I know I have to let you go. You’re an adult now you can make you own decisions. I know how you feel about Dean and the way you fought. That was incredible. You weren’t afraid -- you acted decisively. I knew in that moment you would be leaving and I packed your favorite things. You are meant to go with them and save the world. John was never meant to be mine. I was meant to meet him so you could meet your beshert, the one you are fated to love, Dean. I’m terrified. It’s so dangerous but if monsters really do exist, someone has to protect people like me. You were meant for this Y/N. Go with them and know I love you always. You better call me regularly.”

 I cried as I held onto my mom. I never thought she would be so understanding. She was right, though, I belonged with the Winchesters.

 Dean was trying to stall. His father didn’t want to take me with them and they were furiously arguing. I could hear them all the way in the kitchen.

 I threw my book bag in the backseat and turned to Dean. “Thanks for stalling, Dean. Mr. Winchester, I know I’m only 18 but I choose this life and I don’t need a lecture from anyone. I am technically an adult. I planned on taking a few years off before going to college anyway. Get some life experience. I could have died from the Werewolf that must have followed you. I could have run away like my mom did and waited for you guys to swoop in, but I didn’t. We all could have died. Your sons included. But what happened? I saved everyone. And if you don’t take me, I’ll give Dean my number and go out on my own hunting monsters. Your choice.”

 “I can’t be responsible for you.”

 “You’re not, John. I’m responsible for me. I choose this life. This is my choice, come what may.”

 “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

 “So what? I go back to my normal life? Forget about Dean? Forget about how I feel? I can’t do that. You can’t ask me to do that. I finally find someone I care about and you rip us apart? I finally feel like I am meant to be somewhere and you tell me to go back to a sheltered life? Too late, Mr. Winchester. I belong here, I know how to fight and I promise you that I am making this choice. I don’t want to live an ordinary safe live and have a nine-to-five job. I want more. I want to be a hero like Dean.”

John groans, closing his eyes momentarily. When he opens them, they bore into you. It feels like he’s looking into your soul or something.

 I pointed to the house.

 “Go inside and speak with my mom, please. She has the right to send me with you. Please talk to her.”

 Dean grabbed his father’s arm pleading with him. “Y/N could do research. Only research. No hunting. She stays back. I will make sure of that. You, me, and Sammy go hunting.”

 I nodded agreeing with Dean. I would do anything to go with them.

 John looked between the two of us and then walked over to the house. John was in the kitchen for an hour arguing with mom while Dean and I were making out in the backseat of the car. Sam sat as far away from us as possible.

 By the time John came back, he sighed heavily looking back at the two of you. You stopped mid kiss looking back at him.

 “Well, looks like you’re an honorary Winchester Y/N. Call me John.”

 “Well John, my mom’s one stubborn lady when she decides something and so am I.”

 “I can see that.”

 “But you’re doing research. Dean will train you but no hunting until you can outsmart him and he’s been hunting since he was a child so that’s a tall order. No arguments or I’ll turn this car around. “

 “You’ll receive no arguments from me.”

 And just like I sped off to my new life as a hunter finally feeling like I belonged.

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New top story from Time: “My Mother Taught Me Exactly One Thing.” Bess Kalb on Being the Only Daughter of an Only Daughter

My grandmother Bobby Bell helped raise me. From the hour I was born, she was a constant presence in my life and as I grew into adulthood, she became my closest confidant. When she died in 2017 at the age of 90, I started writing her life story in her voice, speaking to me from beyond the grave. Nobody Will Tell You This But Me is the story of our relationship as only she could tell it.

  THE FRUIT OF THE VINE

  MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME EXACTLY ONE THING and it’s how to make brisket.

It doesn’t take a genius.

The key is you just leave it alone. You put the side of beef in a large pot, pour in whatever—red wine, tomatoes from a can, some carrots cut up, a half an onion, a fistful of kosher salt, a potato for your grandfather—and let it sit on a very low flame. I’d pour in some water if it got too dry, but otherwise, it required very little effort. You could forget about it for the entire day and there it would be. Don’t say I never taught you anything.

How you loved my brisket. You didn’t care if it was tough. You loved the taste of the gristle on the edges and the char from the bottom of the pot. Before you came over to the house in Ardsley for Passover or break the fast or what have you, you knew there would be brisket. You’d talk about it like a fiend. “Is it time for brisket yet?” “Grandma, is there going to be enough brisket?” Always with the appetite. Your parents never made beef because of your father’s cholesterol, so you were probably very anemic. You needed the blood running through you.

It’s my mother’s recipe, more or less. She wasn’t religious, but she felt it was very important to have everyone over to the house in the Greenpoint neighborhood of Brooklyn on Friday nights for Shabbat dinner. There wouldn’t always be beef, but there’d be liver or sweetbreads or tongue. If you stew it long enough, what’s the difference?

My brothers were all grown up and out of the house, and every week she’d invite them with their wives and their children to her dining room table—the same table where we were all born. She’d preside over the whole thing. She’d stand up, bang her fist on the table, take one of my father’s matchbooks from her apron pocket, and strike a match. You could hear a pin drop. She’d lean her enormous breasts over the table and light two long candles in their brass holders she brought from Russia and shake out the match.

Then she’d put a kitchen cloth over her head. Like a looming ghost, she’d very slowly lift her hands up in front of her eyes and chant with her head bowed, her hands lilting back and forth with the incantations.

“Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha-olam, asher kid’shanu b’mitzvo-sav”—which was incorrect, it’s b’mitzvo- tav with a t not -sav with an s, but that’s how it was in the Yiddish pronunciation—“vitzivanu l’hadlik ner shel Shabbos.”

Then still under the cloth she’d say to my brother, “Georgie- zun, vayne!”

Georgie would wink at me and foist up a cup of wine, his chest all puffed out. He’d mouth along dramatically like an opera singer, and I’d try not to laugh as she continued on in her trance.

“Baruch ata Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha-olam, boreh p’ri hagafen.”

Blessed are you, Adonai, for giving us the fruit of the vine.

Imagine calling a jug of my zayde’s forty-cent kosher wine “the fruit of the vine.” Hardly.

Then she’d take the cloth off her head and fold it back up on the table, just as her mother had done before her, and hers before her, and hers before her, and so on. And there she’d stand, solemn as a statue, beholding all her creation.

  So decades later I’d have the family over for Seder and we’d all be at my house in Ardsley in our nice clothes under the crystal chandelier. I’d stand at the head of the table and everyone would shut up. I’d light the candles in the same brass holders and I’d blow out the match and put my cloth napkin over my head. I didn’t say the prayers—I never really learned the words. But I hummed softly to myself and rocked back and forth under the veil. You asked me what I was saying. “Rose, Rose, Rose.” My mother’s name.

Bessie, you are the only daughter of an only daughter of an only daughter. The fruit of the vine.

  THE SLEEPOVER

  Neither of us has ever been any good at falling asleep. We’re wired the same. Always something to do. Something to read. To eat. To worry about. The two of us, lying awake at midnight, staring up at our ceilings, two minds whirring in the dark.

Do you remember Eleanor Porter? You adored her—she was a kind, polite child. You both read those historical fiction books about colonial dolls who came to life. Do you know whatever happened to her? You mustn’t lose touch with your friends, honey. Look her up online.

Anyhow. When you were about eight years old you were over at Eleanor’s house for a sleepover and you couldn’t sleep. You had tossed and turned in your sleeping bag on the floor, and you had worked yourself into a cold sweat. You got in your own head. What could you possibly be so stressed about at eight years old? Whether your dollhouse was up to code?

This had happened before. At that girl Rebecca’s. At Claire’s on her birthday. At Stephanie’s just a few weeks before. Your mother had warned you it would happen again. She told you to leave after dinner. That she wouldn’t pick you up later than ten. That you needed to “know yourself.”

But you wouldn’t accept defeat. Not on her terms. So dinner came and went and you felt fine. And you changed into your pajamas and you watched the movie with the other girls with your teeth grinding in your skull, and you felt the adrenaline rise in your chest and you readied yourself for lights out. You got into your sleeping bag and you were immediately in hell. The clock on the wall was ticking too loudly. The carpet beneath you had a staple in it you could feel through all your layers. The tag in your pajama pants was stabbing at you. You were doomed.

And there was no way you could call your mother. You refused to hand her this victory, no matter how desperately you needed to get into your own bed. But there was another way. Grandma.

It was eleven p.m. and you wriggled out of your sleeping bag and tiptoed down into the kitchen, picked up the phone, and dialed my number in Ardsley. It was one of the three numbers you knew by heart.

I was at the front door in my cream-colored Acura in thirty minutes. I insisted you tell the girl’s parents—I didn’t want everyone waking up and calling the police. You had to walk into their bedroom with your tail between your legs and tell them you were leaving. They didn’t mind the late hour, they were sympathetic; Eleanor’s mother was a kind woman.

You gathered up your things, handed me the sleeping bag, and I piled you into the backseat and drove you straight to your parents’ house. It was only fifteen minutes away, but you were sound asleep by the time we pulled into your driveway.

I sat with the news on the radio and let you sleep like that for half an hour before I scooped you up and carried you inside like a rag doll.

You were eight, not some toddler. My back hurt for a week.

Your mother was in the living room wide-awake, of course. She’d been expecting your call.

Excerpted from NOBODY WILL TELL YOU THIS BUT ME by Bess Kalb. Copyright © 2020 by Bess Kalb. Excerpted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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The Temple Roof

“The Temple Roof” David points the gun straight at Silas’s head, and Silas can only gawk up at him helplessly. David: “Shay Mendoza taught me that move. She’s my lieutenant general. She’s fucking good, and she, along a unit of AFG soldiers, is waiting for you just outside the entrance. So don’t try any stupid shit.” Silas: “You aren’t the first person to point a gun at my head.” David: “Yeah, well, this time, it’s your gun, and I’ve got you unarmed, so I’d be careful about what I say.” Silas: “Why don’t you just kill me?” David wavers slightly, but keeps the gun at Silas’s head, “I’m tired of people dying.” Silas: “You’re leading an army during a time of war, and you’re tired of people dying?” David pushes the gun up against Silas’s forehead, “I said I’m tired of people dying, I didn’t say I’m not willing to kill you.” Silas: “What do you want, David?” David: “General Shepherd!” Silas, quietly and full of resentment, “General Shepherd.” David steps back slightly: “The Gilboan Army needs to lay off the AFG and fight the Amalekites instead.” Silas: “You are the Amalekites!” David: “Jesus fucking christ, Silas, do you really think I’d be telling you to destroy my own group? If the Amalekites aren’t stopped, there won’t be a Gilboa for either of us to be king of!” Silas: “So what are you telling me to do?” David: “I’m gonna take you back to where your army is camped, and you’re going to tell them that they’re no longer going to pursue the AFG, and instead, you’re going to fight the Amalekites. In return, the AFG will fight the Amalekites with you, and I won’t blow your fucking brains out.” Silas stares up at David for a moment, “Will Jack and Michelle return home?” David: “That’s entirely their decision. You don’t have any room to negotiate here, Silas.” Silas: “All right. I’ll do it.” David: “If you go back on your word, the AFG will be in Shiloh. We will overthrow you, and show you no mercy. If you cooperate, you won’t be harmed. Even when I’m king.” Silas: “I’m a man of honor. I won’t go back on my word.” David nods, “All right. Get up.” Silas rises to his feet. David takes his radio and talks into it, keeping the gun pointed at Silas, “Silas and I are coming out. We’ve made an agreement.” David motions towards the front of the cave, “Come on.” Silas walks forward, David behind him. They exit, and blink in the sudden bright sunlight. Shay and a group of soldiers point their guns at Silas, dumbfounded. David: “The Gilboan Army and the AFG are going to fight the Amalekites together. Silas has agreed to this,” he looks over at Silas, “Haven’t you?” Silas nods, “I have.” David: “Come on, we’re going to go tell your troops.” David points Silas back through the narrow pass through the mountains, out to where Abner and the Gilboan army wait. When Silas emerges with David and the AFG behind him, soldiers draw their weapons. Silas: “At ease!” Abner: “What the fuck is this?!” David: “Tell them.” Silas: “The Gilboan Army and the AFG are going to fight the Amalekites together.” David steps forward, “We are both dedicated to protecting the people of Gilboa. The Amalekites only seek to destroy. We will stop fighting each other, and unite to stop true evil.” Silas rolls his eyes, “Pack up. We’re going back to Shiloh.”

William sits in his living room, watching three talking heads argue on cable news. Talking head: “By emerging from that cave holding king Silas’s gun, Shepherd has shown incredible mercy and a true concern for the people of Gilboa!” Talking head 2: “He messed up! All along, he’s been saying that his only goal is to overthrow King Silas. He had his opportunity, and he blew it!” Head 1: “This is beyond petty politics and who should be king! This is about the well-being of a nation!” Head 2: “All along, there have been serious questions about Shepherd’s ability to follow through with the action he promises. This is just another example of how he’s fallen short as a leader.” Head 1: “This was an incredible power move! Shepherd is the one in control!” Head 3: “What I want to know is what happened in that cave? Did they fight?” Head one: “How else could Shepherd have gotten hold of Silas’s gun? He’s put his ego aside and has put the people of Gilboa first! David Shepherd was born to be king!” William rubs his forehead, “Martha! Get me King Warner!”

Warner sits in his office, video conferencing with William, “Shepherd left Ammon of his own accord. You honestly didn’t expect him to stay here, did you?” William: “You were supposed to figure out how to keep him there! Now I won’t give you Carmel!” Warner smirks, “I’ve already re-taken land in Carmel. Silas’s army is split, it can’t hold both Ammon and Gath. At this rate, Carmel will be a part of Ammon before you ever become king. If you ever become king.” William: “I’ll cut off all your resources!” Warner: “What do you want me to do, William? Find Shepherd and drag him back?” William glowers, “I’ll think of something.”

David sits with Shay, Isaiah, Michelle, and Jack in a cave. Soldiers pack up and move out behind them. David: “I made the right decision, right?” Isaiah: “You got Silas answering to us, man. I say you did the right thing.” Michelle: “All I’m going to say is that Silas is incredibly fucking lucky that it was you instead of me or Jack in that cave.” Jack nods, “She’s right.” David looks at Shay, “What do you say?” Shay: “You’re the one who made the decision to let Silas go, and now it’s our job to answer to that. I can’t say that I would have made the same decision as you did, but, I understand why you made it, and I respect it.” David: “But was it the right decision?” Shay shrugs, “I can’t say. We need to figure out what we’re gonna do now.” David: “We’re gonna go meet up with Joel at Iggy’s. Asher and Abby are gonna go there, and we’re gonna talk with them. And then we’re gonna figure out the next step of stoping the Amalekites.”

A car drives up to a massive drug dealer mansion in the middle of a lush California redwood forest. Inside, David sits in the front passenger seat, Iggy in the driver’s seat, Jack, Michelle, and Shay in the back. Iggy: “Welcome to Chez Iggy!” Jack: “Nice!” Shay, gawking: “Fuck me.” David, looking concerned, “How do the authorities not immediately figure out that you’re a drug dealer?” Iggy: “It’s called money laundering, bro! As far as the feds are concerned, I’m in the wholesale grocery importation business!” Michelle: “Why was your ranch such a dump?” Iggy: “I don’t shit where I eat! Casa del Iggy is for business, Chez Iggy is purely for pleasure!”

Massive rager inside, everyone is blowing off steam, with loud music. Joel and Asher go up and greet everyone. David, unenthused: “What the fuck.” Asher: “Emma Goldman once said, ‘If I can’t dance, I don’t want to be a part of your revolution.’” Joel: “No she didn’t. If this deal with Silas is supposed to be a victory, we’re gonna treat it like one. Monique calls it controlling the narrative.” Asher: “People are just glad to be out of Ammon and staying some place nice. We’re blowing off steam.” Jack shrugs, “If you’re staying at a drug dealer’s place, might as well party. Can’t argue with that.” Shay: “Is Wednesday here?” Joel: “Yeah, she’s somewhere.” Shay: “Awesome!” Shay goes off looking for Wednesday. Michelle: “What about Abby? Where is she?” Joel: “In the pool house, trying to analyze some intel.” A lobster lands on Asher’s head. He pulls it off and turns to the crowd, “Hey, that shit’s not kosher, man! Shellfish is not kosher!” David sighs, “I’m tired.” Iggy: “You can have the master bedroom upstairs. You can wear whatever’s in my closet, if you want! The whole place is yours!”

David lays on a massive, luxe king size bed, staring up at the ceiling. Bass pounds through the walls. Jack rustles around in the walk-in closet, “Yes! Versace!” He grabs another shirt, goes out and throws it at David, “Put this on, babe, you’ll feel better!” David looks at it, “What is it?” Jack: “It’s Prada!” David tosses the shirt aside, “Maybe later.” Jack looks over at David in concern, “You all right?” David: “Just tired.” Jack goes over to a window and looks out over the forest outside, “Y’know, we can go out, find some place quiet. Iggy said something about a stream nearby.” David: “Can’t I just rest?” Jack: “You are not going to be able to rest here. Come on, I’m taking you on a date!” David: “Fine.”

Redwood nature porn. Jack and David sit on the bank of a rolling stream. David looks around and appreciates the beauty. Jack: “See, I told you, this would be nice!” David: “Yeah, okay, this is pretty nice. It feels good to be somewhere beautiful again.” Jack: “Hey, if you ask me, nature is boring as shit. But I can tell you need it. You’ve been through some shit.” David grimaces, “I keep telling myself I’m doing the right thing here, but I can’t get myself to feel it.” Jack: “That’s what happens when you spend too long in combat.” David: “We can’t let up on the Amalekites. If we can stop another attack, we need to do it.” Jack: “I didn’t say we have to let up. You just need to think about yourself every once and a while.” David: “When my dad would come home from the front, he’d spend days in bed. Mom always said he was resting. I always wondered why he didn’t want to spend time with me and my brothers. I’m kind of starting to understand it, now.” Jack: “See, all I had was Silas,” he puts on a mocking voice, “‘Uh, lemme tell you about the time I got shot, lemme tell you about the time I got stabbed,” he goes back to his normal voice, “He had every imaginable combat injury short of getting his dick blown off, and he loved to talk about all of them.” David: “That is not normal.” Jack: “I know, right?!” he laughs, “Since joining you, I’ve come to appreciate what a freak my dad is. Sometimes I even wonder why I ever wanted his approval in the first place.” David: “Because he’s your dad.” Jack: “He and Uncle William were the ones who controlled my perspective on the world. Them, and Reggie. Once I caught even just the tiniest glimpse of something else, I knew everything they’d told me was wrong. I’m glad I got out. I’m glad you got me out.” David can’t help but smile a little bit.

Amal rings a customer up, “That’ll be 54.25.” Customer: “These were on sale last week.” Amal: We had a sale last weekend, but it’s over, now.” Customer: “Are you sure?” Amal: “Yes.” Customer: “The discount should still apply.” Amal, eyes cold and dead: “The sale ended.” Customer: “Can I speak with your manager, please?” Amal, through gritted teeth, goes over and calls, “Susan! A customer would like to speak to you!” Susan goes over to the cash register, followed by Amal, “Yes?” The customer holds up her shoes, “These were on sale last week! They should still have a discount!” Susan, smiling pleasantly, “The sale is over, so they’re back to full price.” The customer sniffs, “Oh, well, I think I have a coupon.” She takes an absurd amount of time to rummage through her purse and find her wallet. She opens her wallet and takes even more time to rifle through it. Other customers pile up in line behind her. Customer: “Oh, I must have left it at home! Can I still use it?” Amal: “No, you have to actually give us the coupon to get the discount. That’s generally how coupons work.” Customer: “I have it, it’s just at home!” Amal internally screams for murder. Susan: “You have to present it to get the discount.” Customer: “Well, if you insist.” She gets out a credit card and hands it to Amal, “Here.” Amal tries to scan the card, but it doesn’t go through. Amal: “Hang on a sec.” Customer, jokingly: “If it doesn’t scan, it must be free!” Amal looks up at her with burning hatred in his eyes and a huge false smile on his face, “You’re a really funny person, aren’t you?” Susan takes the card and swipes it again. It goes through. Susan: “Thank you, have a nice day!” The customer leaves. Susan, “Greg, when you’re done with these customers, I’d like to speak with you.”

In the break room, Susan rails at Amal, “What have I told you about being polite to customers?” Amal inhales deeply, and looks down at the ground in deep contemplation for a moment. He looks back up, and his demeanor has changed. He his seemingly sincere, “I’m sorry, Susan, I’ve been pretty stressed out lately, and I guess it’s been affecting me at work. The situation with the Amalekites has me very worried.” Susan softens a little bit, “Yeah, no kidding, I’m scared of them, too. But it’s not an excuse. You have to stay professional at all times.” Amal, “I know, and I’m doing my best to stay positive.” Susan nods empathetically, “All right, well, get back to work. If your attitude shows up again, you’re fired.” She turns around and exits. Amal’s polite face immediately reverts to one of hatred.

That night, Rose sits by a roaring fire, wearing a negligee and holding a glass of red wine. Silas comes into the room. Rose: “Silas, I’d like to talk to you.” Silas grimaces and sits down, “What is it?” Rose: “Why are you now answering to David Shepherd?” Silas: “I thought he was hiding in a cave, and I went in to find him, and he pointed a gun at me.” Rose: “What could possibly make you go into a cave by yourself?” Silas: “God told me to.” Rose inhales sharply: “When Satan tempted Jesus out in the desert, Satan told him to jump from the roof of a temple, for surely angels would keep him safe.” Silas: “And Jesus replied, ‘You shall not put the Lord, your God, to the test.’ I know my Bible.” Rose: “If God isn’t going to protect his own son from being an idiot, he’s not going to protect you. What are you going to do about Shepherd?” Silas: “I can’t go back on my word. I’ve met with my advisors, and we’ve made a plan. I’m not divesting any resources from the fronts at Ammon and Gath. Shepherd will be the one fighting the Amalekites, not us.” Rose: “He’s going to end up being a hero again! You can hand Shepherd a giant shit sandwich, and he’ll find a way to look handsome and heroic while eating it!” Silas: “Do you really think I don’t know that?!” Rose: “Shepherd is younger and faster than you, but he’s not smarter than you.” Silas: “The AFG has requested a liaison. Someone who can keep them in communication with the army and coordinate efforts. I can send someone who will ensure that Shepherd won’t succeed with anything.” Rose goes quiet, and sips her wine, “It’s not enough, Silas. You have to look like a hero again.” Silas: “Are you saying I should run into another cave?” Rose: “You need to be the one who puts an end to the Amalekites, not Shepherd.” Silas: “Gilboa’s resources were stretched thin before the first attack ever happened. I don’t know where I’m going to find what I need to create the kind of intelligence program that can be used to find out who the Amalekites are. Nobody even knows who the leader of the Amalekites is!” Rose: “If you can’t, or won’t, fight the Amalekites, you can at least look like you’re doing something.” Silas: “I’ll find something. In the meantime, I’ll do what I can to make sure Shepherd is slowed down."

David, Shay, Jack, Michelle, and Abby stand waiting outside of Chez Iggy. A car with Gilboan flags drives up, and Frankie Hatch, wearing a Gilboan army uniform, gets out, “Abby!” Abby, “Oh, fuck.” David looks at her, “What?” Abby: “Silas sent my fucking brother!” Jack: “Frankie Hatch?” Abby: “Yes.” Frankie comes up to David, “You must be General Shepherd!” David shakes his hand, “Pleased to meet you, um…” Frankie: “Major Franklin Hatch, Jr., but call me Frankie. I’ve been sent to be the Gilboan Army’s liaison to the AFG.” David, “Okay, well, this is my lieutenant general, Shay Mendoza.” Frankie waves at Shay, “Sup!” He looks at Jack, “Nice to see you again, Jack!” Jack, curtly, “Frankie.” Frankie looks over at Michelle, “Holy shit, Abby, you’re working with Princess Michelle?!” Michelle: “Lieutenant Benjamin.” Frankie: “You know Abby had the biggest fucking crush on you when she was a kid?!” Abby: “Frankie!” Frankie: “She put pictures of you up all over her walls. Told our parents she liked your fashion, but we all know you never liked fashion, did you, Abby?” Michelle gives Frankie a contemptuous look and puts and arm around Abby, “Yeah, well, we’re a couple now, and we had sex this morning. So you can fuck right off.” Frankie, “Holy shit, seriously?!” Abby takes a deep breath, huffs, and raises her head, “What intel does the Gilboan Army have on the Amalekites, Major Hatch?” Frankie: “We haven’t got shit! I was hoping you’d give us something.” Abby: “Then let’s meet inside and discuss things.”

Everyone goes inside. Jack pulls David and Shay aside into a hallway. Jack: “Okay, full disclosure, I maaaay have sucked his dick on a training mission.” David: “What?!” Jack: “It was before I met you, it happened just once, and it was on a training mission! Everyone knows that if it happens on a training mission, it doesn’t count!” Shay, nostalgically: “I used to get mad straight girl ass on training missions.” David: “Is he any good at what he does?” Shay: “I’m honestly not sure what he does. Jack and I both earned our ranks. Frankie Hatch got every single one of his promotions because of his dad.” David: “So Silas sent the worst person he could possibly send to help us. This was a deliberate move,” he rubs his forehead, “Christ, I’m an idiot!” Jack: “Hey, don’t say that! Frankie’s a moron, but he’ll do what we say. If we’re careful, we might just be able to trick him into doing something smart.”

In a seating area, Abby sits with Frankie. David, Shay, and Jack join him. Abby shows Frankie stuff on a computer, “All right, our networks in Shiloh have identified several potential hideout locations. We don’t have the resources needed to take them all out at once, but with the Gilboan army and the Shiloh PD, they can be taken out.” Frankie: “So what do you want me to do?” Abby: “Take this shit back to the army, dumbass!” Frankie: “I know I’m supposed to take it back to the army, I just wanted to know if there’s anything else you want me to do with it.” David: “Our biggest goal right now is to identify Alek Amal. We can’t stop him if we don’t know who he is.” Frankie: “Okay,” he keeps staring at David. David, awkwardly, “Do you think you can do that?” Frankie: “Yeah, no problem, it’s just, sorry, I’ve seen your face in so many places, it’s weird to finally be seeing it in real life.” David: “Send the hideout locations to whoever your bosses are. I want to see them being taken out. And I want to know what action the Gilboan Army and Shiloh PD is going to be making. There needs to be communication.” Frankie: “I’ll keep you updated on everything. Seriously, man, you’re doing the right thing here, and I’m glad to be a part of it.”

Abby leads Frankie towards the front door. Frankie opens it, and turns to Abby, “Mom and Dad say hello, by the way.” Abby, skeptically: “Do they really?” Frankie: “Well, Mom does. I’m not sure what Dad says.” Abby: “Can you do me a favor?” Frankie: “What?” Abby: “Don’t tell Mom and Dad about Michelle. I’ve got something good in my life and I don’t want them trying to interfere with it.” Frankie: “Sure thing. You take it easy, Abby.” Abby: “You, too.”  Frankie leaves.

Several different abandoned buildings around Shiloh. A Shiloh PD SWAT team approaches one. The burst the door open and go inside. In one, an Amalekite opens fire, and gets gunned down. In another, the SWAT team moves into a room, where a crying young woman, Carissa, stands with her hands up, a bomb strapped to her chest. SWAT leader: “Don’t move!” Carissa, softly, “I want to surrender.” SWAT leader: “Slowly, take the bomb off.” Carissa nods, and carefully begins unstrapping her vest. She takes the bomb off and sets it on the ground. SWAT team members rush her, and take her away. Upstairs, a faint female voice, “Help! They’ve got me up here!” SWAT members go upstairs. Carissa, “No!” Upstairs, the young woman who met Amal at the mall is rushed by SWAT members, and blows herself up.

At the mall, Amal gets a message on his phone. He looks at it, and puts it back in his pocket. He thinks calmly for a moment, and then a small, evil smile grows over his face.