At some future time Anna Steine, President of Steine & Steine Publishers would remember it was exactly 2:18 on a Friday afternoon in March when she returned to her office after a relatively uneventful lunch with her editorial staff to find two items on her desk. One, she was delighted to see, was an invitation to her best friend Elaine Levine’s annual Purim party. The other was a plain brown package which solicited the exact opposite reaction. Even before she touched the package, Anna knew by the size and shape, exactly what it contained, and she was furious.
“JANET”, Anna screamed into the intercom. “Come into my office, NOW!”
In under three seconds, Anna’s executive assistant was standing in front of her desk, visibly shaken.
“How did THIS get on my desk?”
Anna handed the package to Janet and pointed to the one hand-written line printed in large blue script on the front.
Vashti’s Daughter by Nathaniel Braverman, Ph.D.
“Did you put it here?”
“No, Anna. I’ve never seen it before,” Janet sputtered. “I was eating lunch at my desk and didn’t see anyone go into your office. Gary from the mailroom gave me just the one envelope that I put on your desk. I swear that package wasn’t there.”
“Well, some very unprofessional author obviously broke into my office at some point. You know we have a strict policy on not accepting unsolicited manuscripts.”
Janet nodded. Anna tossed the intrusive package into the garbage can, picked up her phone and pressed the small red button.
“I’m calling security. They can check the cameras and report to me first thing Monday morning.”
In a gentler tone, Anna added, “You can shut down the office early, Janet. I’m going to finish a few things and head out myself.”
“Thanks, Anna. I’m sure we’ll figure out this mystery soon. See you on Monday.”
Janet was relieved to see her boss’s mood lighten bit, and the opportunity to beat the Friday afternoon rush hour traffic, Janet left the office as quickly as she’d arrived.
With the office now empty, Anna walked over to the portable bar cart on the far side of the office and poured herself a large shot of Jack Daniels. Returning to her desk, she picked up the invitation. Purim, she thought. The story of Vashti who refused to dance naked, wearing only a crown, for her husband’s wild drunken friends.
Anna remembered her Hebrew school classes and how the other kids would laugh when she dressed up as Vashti at their annual celebration. It didn’t help matters that Anna’s straight auburn hair and bright smile made more of the frizzy-haired girls jealous than just playing the character she chose to portray in a Purim play.
Those Esthers were more than happy to see a beautiful Vashti banished from the stage so they could get on with their own beauty contest. Anna didn’t care, while the other girls were competing, she was behind the curtain making out with the boy playing Esther’s uncle Mordecai, who inevitably ditched her for a flirtatious Queen Esther.
The memory having faded, Anna tore open the envelope and read the brightly colorful text:
You are requested to celebrate the Feast of Esther
at a Purim Party Masquerade Ball
13th Day of Adar, 5777
Eat Hamantashen and drink Kosher wine
From 3:00 - till you can’t remember your own name!
R.S.V.P.O.E.
Costumes required!
Anna laughed aloud when she read the last two lines. The added “O.E.” stood for Or Else, it was a sure fire way to make certain invitees would definitely respond. She and Elaine were notorious for finding creative ways to make their invitees regret a non-response, from multiple pizza deliveries, to sending their e-mail address to twenty different charities, all of which they were too embarrassed not to follow through with. Over time, not a single invitee would dare not call, and more often than not, the call would be an acceptance. This time, however Anna wasn’t quite sure what her response was going to be.
On one hand, she thought, a party might be a good distraction. “Maybe I’ll try to go this year. At least it won’t be a surprise celebration for my 30th birthday. Anna lamented, thinking about her third decade event looming in the near future which she would make every effort to avoid.
On the other hand, or rather on the other side of her desk, was a stack of manuscripts she had planned on reading over the weekend. With her recent acquisitions not even breaking the digital e-book top-twenty list, she was desperately trying to climb out from under an uncomfortable and uncharacteristic slump.
Anna was still recovering from passing on another first-time author’s vampire novel because she felt the genre was as cold and dead as the main character. When it shot to the top of the New York Times best-seller list, then optioned for a television series, she had to fend off several letters of resignation from the agent who had recommended the novel as well as ten other agents who all thought anyone over the age of thirty was a literary dinosaur.
Perhaps a work-free, worry-free, stress-free Saturday night was just what she needed, Anna thought, even if it was for an archaic Jewish holiday. She picked up the phone and called the number on the invitation. She could have easily sent Elaine a text, but for this celebration, she wanted to give her girlfriend a more personal reply. Even though Anna grew up with instant communication technology, she was somewhat old-fashioned in her desire to connect with an actual person, even if it were only a voice on the other end of her phone; her very old-fashioned and out dated land line phone. After the fourth ring, she was just about to hang up when she heard the familiar voice say.
“Hi, Anna. I assume you received my invitation?”
“Of course I did. Why should this Saturday night be any different than every other Saturday night?” Anna laughed at her play on the Passover Haggadah line.
“Cute way to confuse the holidays,” Elaine laughed.
“You’re terrible.” Anna laughed. “About this party, are you serious about the costume?”
“Of course. I know you only go to services on the High Holy days, but my Temple’s Havarah thought it would be a lot of fun for the adults to get together and have a full blown Purim party without kids for a change. At our age we no longer get presents for Hanukkah and forget trick and treating for Halloween, so I thought this year, instead of celebrating our…”
“Don’t you DARE say it!” Anna interrupted her friend before she could finish her sentence about their age.
“No worries,” Elaine agreed. “That forbidden number will not escape my lips, at least not for another four months. I guarantee you’re going to have a great time. I’m planning a full blown traditional Purim celebration. My rabbi has a real Magilla scroll she’s bringing and I’ve got noise makers left over from New Year’s Eve. I’ve even invited a genuine Kabbalah Tarot card reader, so please come so we can have a real Purim party and celebrate our heroine Queen Esther. Maybe you’re meet someone, it’s been over two years since the divorce.”
“Don’t remind me. If not for your excellent legal skills, I never would have won the major divisions of Steine and Steine while Henry was left with the print on demand division. Believe me, I’ve tried to date, but it’s been one disaster after another. I swear, Elaine, sometimes I think I’m cursed.”
“Well, that’s one great reason for you to come to my party. I promise it will be as fabulous as the party I surprised you with when you graduated Syracuse.”
“That seems like a million years ago,” Anna lamented. “ I’m still a huge S.U. basketball fan, as you know.”
“Good thing the season is over. Now you have no excuse not to attend my party!”
“OK”, Anna surrendered to her friend’s pleas. “Maybe my going will make my parents happy. With the book expo coming up, I told them I was going to be too busy to spend Passover with them this year I probably won’t be able to stay very long, I still have these manuscripts to finish reading and my agent’s and their author’s dreams to crush. I’m sure none of them have any idea who Queen Esther is if she’s not a vampire or a zombie!”
“Well, there certainly won’t be any of those at this party, Jews are forbidden to drink human blood or flesh, unless of course it’s been certified as kosher.” Anna and Elaine both laughed. “So, take a few hours off and go get a great costume. We’re going to have a lot of Queen Esthers at my house.”
“Esther? Elaine, you know I always dressed as Vashti. She was the real heroine of the story in my opinion.”
“Yes, I know. Vashti is the first wife who didn’t want to show her face because she had a pimple. If I stayed home every time I had zit, I’d never go anywhere.”
“Well, that’s one interpretation of the story. Maybe I’ll come to your party dressed as Vashti’s daughter.” Anna heard the words came out of her mouth before her brain had time to form them.
“Vashti’s what?” Elaine exclaimed.“Just kidding. Of course Vashti didn’t have a daughter,” Anna composed herself.
“Well, wear whatever you want, just make sure you’re here tomorrow night.”
“I promise, O.E.” Anna chuckled.
“O.E.”
Anna placed the receiver back into its holder. She had no idea why she had made that comment about dressing as Vashti’s daughter. Perhaps it was only a residue thought from the package she had thrown away earlier. Turning off the lights in her office and checking to be sure she’d locked the door behind her, Anna headed to the elevator.
She didn’t know it at the time the ride to the parking lot was the beginning of a revelationary journey that would not only change her life, but that of millions in nearly every corner of the globe
“Look, she’s standing right behind you!” Anna shouted at Shifra, but when she turned around, there wasn’t anyone there. “I don’t understand this. A woman dressed as the Justice Tarot card was standing right behind you. I’ve been seeing her all night. I’m going to ask Elaine. Thanks for the reading, it was a bit more than I expected.” “Life always is.” Anna left the table and found Elaine refilling the wineglasses. She took hold of her friend’s arm and pulled her aside. “Elaine, I just had my cards read. That woman I’ve been seeing all night is dressed in a Justice cost
When Anna arrived at Elaine’s Beverly Hills home, the smells of traditional Jewish food reached her nose a mere seconds before the sounds of music and laughter reached her ears. Even when they were in high school, Elaine was notorious for throwing the best parties, and Anna was very happy that her friend hadn’t lost her touch. Elaine was busy handing out greggers and other assorted noise makers, and was just able to raise her hand in a hello, which Anna returned momentarily before Elaine went back to her party guests. As Anna predicted, the women were adorned in the festive garb of Queen Esther, and then men wore robes and tunics. There was plenty of wine and plates piled high with the three corned Hamantashen cookies, filled with every fruit imaginable. There were prune, peach, cherry, and even chocolate. More plates with corned beef and pastrami on rye, sour pickles and a huge bowl of pickled herring in sour cream and, of course a huge mountain of bagels, platters of lox
When Anna opened her eyes, she was very relieved to see the familiar surroundings of Elaine’s guest room. “Thank God!” she said out loud. Anna could smell fresh coffee coming from the kitchen, and she knew she needed at least three cups to clear her head from that strange dream she had just awoken from. Looking at the bedside clock, she was happy to see that her girlfriend had let her sleep until nearly noon. She decided she needed the coffee more than she needed a shower. She got dressed and went into the kitchen where Elaine, looking as if she had only just woken up herself, was on the phone. When she saw Anna, she motioned to the coffee and the left-over bagels. Anna helped herself, just as Elaine finished her call. “That was the cleaning
Another dream.Anna was in a field of summer flowers and tall grass. She could hear children laughing and singing somewhere in the distance. She turned her head toward the sound. It was all so vivid she could actually smell the fragrance of the petals, and feel the cool grass between her naked toes. Although she wasn’t in the habit of lucid dreaming, Anna was quite aware she was doing just that, as she heard her voice say out loud. “This is definitely a dream.” Looking down at her body, she was shocked to see that she was shorter than the last time she was in dreamland. Judging by the sound of her voice, a great deal younger as well. She’d read a great deal about lucid dreams and in none of the books did she even remember anyone dreaming they were a younger version of themselves. “I guess this i
“What the hell?” Anna shouted at her hand, that was now holding the annoying and persistent manuscript. “I thought Janet told me security threw this away. All right Dr. Braverman, whoever you are, you win. I’ll read your book, but not until after I finish eating this weird dinner.” Anna was very surprised how much she enjoyed the meal and added the restaurant’s app to her favorite’s list. After putting the dishes in the washer and the leftovers into the refrigerator, Anna changed into her lounging clothes and made herself comfortable on the couch with a refilled glass of wine in one hand and the manuscript in the other. She was still annoyed at the audacity of the author, but she also had to admire him for his persistence. Perhaps her curiosity was overcoming her stubbornness, Anna thought. She r
“So, you’re going to actually read the manuscript?” Elaine asked Anna while they were waiting for their waiter to bring their drink order.“It showed up on my desk again today, if you can believe that. It’s in my car. I’m going to make a genuine effort when I get home tonight, if I can stay awake that is.”When the waiter arrived with their drinks and asked if they were ready to order, the women told him to come back in a few minutes. They were in no hurry to return to the office.“Are you still having those dreams? Elaine asked.“Every night since your party. I’ve search on all kinds of dream interpretation websites, but there’s not a single mention about what I’ve been going through.” “You could be the first. I can’t wait to hear wha
Somewhere in the distance, Anna heard a woman’s voice calling her, or at least she thought she heard her name. Once she was awake enough to recognize the name, and the voice of the women who was saying it, she decided it might be best not to open her eyes at all. “Adara, you must wake up now,” the woman calling herself Vashti was pulling on Anna’s arm. “I have so much to tell you, and we have precious little time to prepare before the coronation tomorrow.” Considering she could actually feel the woman’s hand, Anna wasn’t going to take any chances that other injuries she may incur the dream may transfer to her waking life, so she went along with the woman’s request. “What coronation?” she asked. &ldqu
Anna opened her eyes, and immediately put her hand over her eyes to shield the light of the sun which was blaring through the window. Her head was throbbing and the screaming ringing of her telephone wasn’t helping. Once she felt more awake, she moved from the couch and picked up the receiver seconds before it went to voice mail. “Anna, where are you? The staff meeting starting twenty minutes ago. I’ve been covering for you, but the editors are becoming antsy. What do you want me to tell them?” “Tell them it’s a boss’s prerogative? Seriously, I’m sorry Janet, I just woke up. Just order some of those fancy pastries from the café downstairs. Sweets solve everything.” “I’ll take care of it,