Was a time when one of our kind would have strangled the wife, right off, if necessary, although the best didn’t need to. This is deep folk logic we’re talking here. We Daughters of Lilith trade stories (more like fantasies, really) about the old times, the good old days, the Old Country, where (so they say) you couldn’t spit for hitting a supposedly pious Yiddishe man, ripe for temptation. Back then and there, if you knew what you were doing, you could be set for life, magically plopping your luxurious boudoir into his closet, or cellar, or storeroom, and telling him to be there every afternoon at two o’clock sharp please, you’ll make it worth his while, and the human wife none the wiser. But how many Yidn believe in us anymore, let alone takes one of us into his home and lives with her as man and wife? Those days aren’t coming back – not here, anyway.
I work the greater Tri-State area. Which is really only New York City most of the time: I’ve been to Teaneck, New Jersey, and on an occasional summer jaunt to the bungalow colonies of the Catskills, but by and large I concentrate on just a few neighborhoods of Queens and Brooklyn. Connecticut, no, we gave up that territory a long time ago. There it’s all about money – not our kind of sin, and they hardly need our intervention anyway. It’s a pretty good posting as these things go – not Jerusalem or...
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