A Little Epiphany - (and a newbie delurking)

[Dia]

H just got home. He's home early due to the kidlet's PTA potluck tonight. He arrived to find primped and pretty wifey barefoot in the kitchen preparing a truly amazing salad for said potluck.

Then he told me that MIL's flowers had arrived about 15 mins ago and she was touched and dumbfounded. She showered H with thanks and appreciation, especially remarking on the sweet and heartfelt message (which I wrote). I smiled and told H I was glad she liked them, and not to worry, I didn't need for my role to be known at all. I simply thought they would brighten her day.

I am guessing that what happened next was motivated by a sincere desire on H's part to praise me. He told me that my gesture, in particular the part about not wanting or needing any recognition for it, would rank especially high among Jewish folk. He must have seen the 'look' that flitted across my face, because he immediately began scrambling.

See, H does not know that I know OW and family are Jewish. But Dia, being nearly Ph.Deed in Comparative Religion, knows what it means when several "Judaism for Goyim" books show up on a Catholic boy's shelf along with a pretty Jewish calendar.

H: Oh, I guess I should provide some context for that, huh? I was talking with some Jewish people today.

Dia (brightly): Oh really? Someone at your work is Jewish? (Put pressue on A w/o him knowing I'm doing it.)

H (suddenly looking at the ceiling): Uhhhh, wow, who *was* I talking to? I can't remember if it was Mom or Dad, but they know some Jewish people. What's that white stuff you're putting in the salad dressing?

Dia: Arsen- er, stevia, dear. It's a sweetener.

(Ok, so I didn't really say the part about arsenic...out loud.)