Deborah Tsige

THE STAR OF JUDAH

THE STAR OF JUDAH By Deborah Dereje Tsige I love to watch films. My favorite ones are the sports flicks where you feel so moved that you have to clap from your sofa. The streamers break over you, the boy kisses the girl, and for some reason, you jump up so strongly that your glass of Guinness spills over the Persian rug preachers’ wives buy at Factory Warehouses. Richard chuckled as he scrubbed his goof off the corner, eye-ing me like this will be a funny story someday. After fifteen minutes,bundles of Charmin brand paper towels and the licks of our elderly border collie- I feared that this stain wasn’t going to blow over after a quick chuckle.