Chapter 6The rabbi took us all to an early lunch at a nearby deli while we told him the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help us God. Though you had to wonder if the big man upstairs was paying attention to any of this s**t, seeing as the s**t kept repeatedly hitting that previously mentioned fan, which was clearly cranked up to ten, spraying s**t far and wide. But I digress. Shitily.
“So now what should we do, sir?” asked Curtis once we spilled the beans.
The rabbi chewed his chopped liver on rye and sipped his Coke. I was eating something called gefilte fish and something else called a knish. The rabbi promised me I’d like it. “Eat, eat,” he said. “Almost as good as my wife makes.” He put his finger to his lips. “Just don’t tell her I said so. Or that I was possess
