bren (noun). Dynamo.
brillyant (noun, brill-yant´). Diamond.
broyt (noun, broit). Bread.
chapp (verb). To grab. Chapp nisht. Don’t grab.
Chas v’shalom (chas ve-sha´-lom, or chas ve-sha-lom´). God forbid.
choleryeh (noun, cho-ler´-yeh). Person who is nasty as cholera.
chulent (noun, chu´-lent). Sabbath stew made of meat, potatoes, barley, and several kinds of beans.
chuppa (noun, chup´-pa). Wedding canopy.
chutzpah (noun, chutz´-pah). Audacity; gall.
Di liebe iz zis, mit broyt iz ze besser (di lie´-be iz zis, mit broit iz ze bes´-ser). Love is sweet, but it’s better with bread.
Du kenst gefinen bessereh schoyreh (du kenst ge-fin´-en bes´-se-reh schoy´-reh). You can find better merchandise.
dvar Torah (noun, d-var´ to´-rah). Sermonette, explication on the Torah.
far (prepostion). For.
gelt (noun). Money.
gitteh (adjective, git´-te). Good.
Hakotel (noun, ha-ko´tel). Wall; usually refers to the Western Wall (or “Wailing Wall”) in Jerusalem, the remnant of the Holy Temple.
Hashem (noun, ha-shem´). God.
havdalah (noun, hav-dal´-lah or hav-da-lah´). Separation. The blessing that marks the end of the Sabbath and separates it from the rest of the week.
hoicheh (noun, hoi´-cheh). Tall person; from hoich, meaning tall.
kiddush (noun, kid´-dush or kid-dush´). A prayer recited over wine at the beginning of a Sabbath or holiday meal. Also used to refer to refreshments served after synagogue services on the Sabbath or other Jewish holidays.
kliegeh (noun, klie´-geh; also, klu´-geh). Clever person; from klieg (adjective, tall).
kochleffl (noun, koch´-lef-fel). Busybody; literally, spoon that stirs a pot.
kugel (noun, ku´-gel). A puddinglike dish, usually made of vegetables (like potatoes or onions) or noodles.
kvelling (verb, kvel´-ling). From infinitive to kvel, to feel proud (of).
lamden (noun, lam´-den). Erudite person.
Lashon harah (noun, la-shon´ ha-rah´; also, loshen horeh, lo´-shen ho´reh). Slander, gossip.
lebedikeh (noun, le-be-dik´-eh). Lively person; from lebedik, lively.
liebe (noun, lie´-be). Love.
maariv (noun, ma-a-riv´, or maa´-riv). Evening prayers.
Macher (noun, ma´-cher). Big wheel.
Mazel tov (ma´-zel tov). Literally, good luck; figuratively, congratulations.
mazik (noun, ma´-zik). Rascal.
mishpacha (noun, mish-pa´-cha or mish-pa-cha´). Family.
mit (preposition). With.
mitzvah (noun, mitz´-vah). Positive commandment.
Modeh b´miktzat, modeh b´kol (mo-deh´ b-mik-tzat´, mo-deh´ b-kol´). One who admits to a part, admits to the whole.
neshomeleh (noun, ne-shom´-e-leh). Sweetheart; from neshome, soul.
nisht (adverb). Not.
Nu (interjection). So.
parsha (noun, par´-sha or par-sha´). Portion of the Torah.
Shabbat (noun, shab-bat´). Sabbath.
Shabbat shalom (shab-bat´ sha-lom´). May you have a good Sabbath.
Shabbos (noun, shab´-bes). Sabbath; also, Shabbat.
shadchan (noun, shad´-chen). Matchmaker.
shiva (noun, shiv´-a or shiv-a´). Literally, seven; the seven days of mourning for a deceased relative.
Shiva Assar b’Tamuz (noun, shiv´-a as-sar´ b-ta-muz´). The seventeenth day of the Hebrew month of Tamuz. A day of fasting to commemorate the breaching of the Holy Temple’s walls by the Romans.
shmatte (noun, shmat´-te). Rag. Colloquially, a garment; i.e., the shmatte business.
shul (noun). Synagogue.
siddur (noun, sid-dur´ or sid´-dur). Prayerbook.
tallis (noun, tal´-lis). Prayer shawl. Also, tal-lit´.
tehillim (noun, te-hi´-lim). Psalms.
teshuvah (noun, te-shu´-vah or te-shu-vah´). Repentance.
tsedakeh (noun, tze-dak´-eh). Charity.
Tisha b’Av (noun, tish-a´ b-av´). The ninth day of the Hebrew month of Av. A day of fasting culminating a mourning period of three weeks that begins on Shiva Assar b’Tamuz (see above).
und (conjunction). And.
yarmulke (noun, yar´-mul-ke). Skullcap. The Hebrew is kippah (kee´-pah or kee-pah´).
Yasher ko’ach (ya´-sher ko´-ach). Well done!
Yerushalayim (noun, ye-ru-sha-la´-yim). Jerusalem.
yeshiva (noun, ye-shi´va or ye-shi-va´). School of Jewish study.
zis (adjective, zees). Sweet.
By Rochelle Krich
WHERE’S MOMMY NOW?
TILL DEATH DO US PART
NOWHERE TO RUN
SPEAK NO EVIL
FERTILE GROUND
In the Molly Blume series
BLUES IN THE NIGHT
DREAM HOUSE
In the Jessie Drake series
FAIR GAME
ANGEL OF DEATH
BLOOD MONEY
DEAD AIR
SHADOWS OF SIN
Short Stories
“A Golden Opportunity”
SISTERS IN CRIME 5
“Cat in the Act”
FELINE AND FAMOUS
“Regrets Only”
MALICE DOMESTIC 4
“Widow’s Peak”
UNHOLY ORDERS
“You Win Some . . .”
WOMEN BEFORE THE BENCH
“Bitter Waters”
CRIMINAL KABBALAH
Praise for Rochelle Krich and
Blues in the Night
“The Mystery Woman who can do it all . . . Krich knows how to make conflicts between good and evil juicy.”
—Los Angeles Times
“Fascinating . . . A smart new heroine . . . Molly’s onion-peeling investigation will appeal to those who read mysteries for the pleasure of solving an intricate puzzle. Equally appealing, enough to make us wish for more, is the affectionate portrait of a large, boisterous Jewish family. Everyone needs a wise grandmother like Molly’s. . . . Krich nicely captures the sense of community that religious faith can create, and she skillfully paints the special beauty of the desert landscape outside L.A.”
—Publishers Weekly
“Krich takes on dysfunctional families, child abuse, domestic violence, mismatched relationships, [and] emotional battering. . . . The author sees a bigger picture and uses her craft to select and showcase the best ways to illustrate her observations about society.”
—Houston Chronicle
“ONE OF AMERICA’S
FINEST SUSPENSE NOVELISTS.”
—Carolyn Hart
“Molly Blume is the real reason to listen to this mystery. She is a woman who is smart enough to solve crimes but is usually motivated by compassion. She adheres to a strict religion while managing to be a rebel in short skirts and is definitely worth hearing from again.”
—Star Tribune
“Molly Blume, a very likable new series character, is a warmhearted young woman who will appeal to most readers. . . . This smoothly written, cozy mystery is neatly plotted, with a satisfying solution and little violence.”
—Deadly Pleasures
“A wonderful suspense story that keeps up its fast pace until the very last sentence . . . I’m looking forward to the next book in this wonderful series!”
—Romantic Times
“A CHARMING NEW SERIES . . .
SKILLFULLY PLOTTED.”
—Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
“Her latest book demonstrates once again why Rochelle Krich has won herself an important place in the pantheon of outstanding mystery writers. . . . This first-rate book . . . combines reliable and convincing authenticity with a fascinating story. . . . The ultimate solution to the mystery is surprising.”
—The Jewish Press
“Krich effectively navigates a controversial subject with compassion and genuine insight.”
—Pages magazine
“[Molly is] as warm and refreshing as her all-embracing Orthodox Jewish family.”
—Orlando Sentinel
Please read on
for a sneak preview of the new Molly Blume novel . . .
DREAM HOUSE
If you had asked me before I heard of Maggie Reston whether a house could be a magnet for murder, I would have automatically thought of The Dungeon, which is what we’ve always called the coal-gray house on Martel. As it turned out, I would have been wrong, but I would have been in good company. For as long as I can remember, everyone in the neighborhood has hated the three-story cube that hogs sky and sunlight and its gloomy facade, and has speculated about its reclusive owners.
The house has become the stuff of dark legend. As kids, my friends and I, intimidated by its brooding countenance, shivered as we whispered deliciously gruesome stories about occupants we never saw, men who kidnapped children and kept them in a Chateau D’If–like basement. Years have passed. The flowers along the walk, beheaded regularly like Henry the Eighth’s wives, have been replaced by threatening junglelike shrubs. But the house’s charcoal walls are still decorated from time to time with bright-colored graffiti, probably by a new generation of kids who whisper about the bad guys inside.
I have learned that bad men have become brazen in the sunlight. I have learned that, as Tennyson says, “Woods have tongues/As walls have ears,” and that dark houses are not necessarily those with dark secrets. But on that Monday morning I assumed the police report was about The Dungeon:
Friday, October 31. 9:37 P.M. 100 block of South Martel Avenue. A vandal threw a pumpkin through the front window of a house and several eggs at the front door.
It was probably another Halloween prank, I thought, all trick and no treat, a nasty, petty act. According to the police reports I’d read on my rounds of the stations, there had been Halloween vandalisms all over the city of angels—disheartening, but not surprising.
I copied the data from the Wilshire Division board for my weekly Crime Sheet column, the one that appears in the rubber-banded, sprinkler-soaked, sun-bleached independent tabloids you find on your lawn next to the Kmart and Target flyers. Several hours later, back in my apartment, I phoned my sister Mindy.
“It was The Dungeon, right?” I asked after I told her what I’d read. The house is across the street from hers.
“You’d think, huh?” Her sentence blossomed into a yawn. “No, it’s the one-story taupe Tudor down the block. It looks awful, but they have someone repairing the damage right now.” She yawned again.
Whoever said yawns are contagious was right. Mindy’s three-month-old son is the reason for hers. Mine are the result of another late-nighter with (Rabbi) Zack Abrams, the man in my life, although you’d think by now my body would have adjusted to sleep deprivation.
Not that I’m complaining. “Did you or Norm hear or see anything?”
Mindy laughed. “Are you serious, Molly? At nine-thirty on Friday Norm and the girls were sleeping, and I was trying to stay awake while nursing Yitz. We weren’t exactly out trick-or-treating.”
My family—my mom and dad and seven of us Blume kids (Mindy is second, I’m third)—is Orthodox Jewish and we observe the Sabbath. Even if Halloween hadn’t fallen on Friday night, Mindy and Norm wouldn’t have taken their two girls trick-or-treating (despite its commercialization and allure, the holiday has its origins in religious ritual), though they always stock up on Hershey’s Kisses and Reese’s Pieces for the children who come to their door. And for me.
Thinking of chocolate made me long for some, but I’d had my quota for the day. “Who lives in that house?”
“Walter Fennel. He thinks he owns the neighborhood.”
Every neighborhood has a Walter Fennel. I scribbled his name on a pad, though the Crime Sheet doesn’t identify victims. “I take it you don’t like him.”
“Walter’s okay. He’s kind of cute sometimes. But he’s an eighty-year-old busybody with way too much time on his hands. He’s Mister HARP. H-A-R-P? We call him Harpy.”
I crinkled my nose at an image of the predatory bird. “Not a great name for an organization.”
“They were thinking the musical instrument. That’s their Web site logo. Community harmony and all that. Fennel headed our area board until a month ago. He still patrols the neighborhood daily looking for violators.”
“One of whom may have lobbed the pumpkin and eggs?” I’d heard Mindy and others complain about the Historic Architectural Restoration and Preservation board in their Miracle Mile North area. The members decide what you can do to your property’s exterior—which, according to Mindy et al., isn’t much.
“I’d hate to think it’s a neighbor.” There was a but in Mindy’s voice. “Walter was harassing a homeowner on South Formosa about a new exterior light fixture, demanded to know whether he’d received HARP board approval. The homeowner, Ed Strom, told Walter to mind his own business.”
“Strom?” I mentally scanned South Formosa and came up blank. Until five years ago, when I was twenty-four and left home to marry the philandering charmer who is now my ex, I’d grown up in the neighborhood, which has a large population of Orthodox Jews, many of whom I know.
“You wouldn’t know him, Molly. He and his wife just moved here from New York. They bought the Gluckmans’ house. Anyway, someone reported Strom to the board, and the city fined him. He refused to take down the fixture and swore he wouldn’t pay the fine. Wednesday somebody ripped the fixture off the wall.”
“Fennel.”
“Fennel swears he doesn’t know anything about it.”
“I assume the police questioned Strom.”
“He and his wife were with friends Friday night.”
“He could’ve paid someone to do it,” I said, pointing out the obvious. It’s one of my failings.
“He could have. But a lot of the area homeowners are angry at HARP, Molly. They sympathize with Strom. Of course, Walter has his allies.” Mindy sighed. “I’m all for preserving the neighborhood’s character, but some HARP rulings are egregious, not to mention expensive. I don’t think people realized how intrusive and controlling HARP could be. And it’s all because of that damn house.”
The Dungeon, I knew, had prompted area homeowners, anxious to prevent the construction of similarly oversize structures, to request HARP status. As my grandmother Bubbie G says, you have to be careful what you ask for.
“What’s the makeup of the board?” I drained the last of my coffee and, with the cordless phone at my ear, padded barefoot to the kitchen for a refill.
“Five people, all appointed, so there’s no neighborhood input. There’s going to be an opening soon. I’m tempted to try to get on the board to add a little sanity, but until Yitz sleeps through the night, I’m too tired to commit to anything. I’m not even working full-time yet.” She yawned again, as if to emphasize her point.
I yawned, too. Pavlov would have loved me. “When do they meet?”
“Once a month, seven P.M. on Thursdays. Unless there’s an emergency. Why, are you planning on going?”
“Maybe. Sounds like good material for a feature.”
In addition to penning my weekly Crime Sheet column, I’m a freelance reporter and I write books about true crime under my pseudonym, Morgan Blake. I also have income from a substantial divorce settlement I invested in property. I think I earned every penny, and if you met my ex-husband, Ron, you’d agree.
Right now I was between projects, as they say in Hollywood. I’d just pitched a piece to the L.A. Times on the latest outrage in the health care industry. This was prompted by my parents’ insurer advising my mom that mammograms and ultrasounds are covered “in network” at the facilities she’d selected, those within reasonable driving distance of her home, but the radiologist’s reading of the films isn’t, if you can believe that.
I was also awaiting the galleys of my second book, Sins of the Father, and I’d completed the second draft of my newes
t true crime, The Lady from Twentynine Palms. I needed a few weeks to achieve objectivity and distance before I reread the manuscript, made changes, agonized about the book’s worthiness, and FedExed it to my editor and agent. A HARP story sounded like the perfect filler.
“It’s been done,” Mindy said. “There was an article in the L.A. Times magazine a couple of years ago on another HARP. Whitley Heights, I think.”
At least I hadn’t spent hours on the piece. “I must have missed that.”
“You can try a different angle. Some Hancock Park homeowners are pushing for HARP status. They got the city to commission a historical survey, which is a major step. Wednesday night they’re presenting the survey and getting neighborhood reaction. Should be interesting.”
“How do you know all this? From a client?” Mindy is a tax attorney, and many of her clients deal in real estate.
“From Edie. She’s with the opposition.”
Edie is the oldest Blume sibling. She’s organized and determined and formidable once she’s committed to a cause. “I see fireworks ahead.”
“You see a story.”
“Here’s hoping,” I said, ignoring Bubbie G’s advice, and we both laughed.
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Copyright © 2002 by Rochelle Majer Krich
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