Suspects of Admiration

Story

Day One. Friday.

I wish it was Thursday. Thursday is simple. Thursday is a day like any other day. It is wedged in there toward the end of the week, and doesn’t have any aspirations of passion like the hatred of Monday or the love of Friday. It isn’t religious like Saturday or Sunday. It’s certainly not a hump, if anything it might be a small hurdle. It is what it is. But it wasn’t and it isn’t. On this particular day, Day one, and a Friday, a silly misunderstanding happened. In turn this misunderstanding led me to crack my first case and expose a conspiracy that ran so deep it involved everyone, all the way up to the chief of police. Oh, and there were broads. This is the story I am about to tell you. But I feel like I should introduce myself first. It makes things easier if you know who I am. My name is Nathan. I live on Accidental Street. So now you know.

Things started off nice. Nice street. Nice house. Nice family. Nice school. Things were fine until Mrs. Terza asked to hear my assignment. I had nothing, I was up late with Carmen and Marlowe and attempting to solve the case before he did. It might be called The Big Sleep but there was a lot of awaking going on. So, I did what any other man would do: I faked it. I lifted my notebook, the page as blank as a new born baby and I faked it. The bell rang and offered salvation. I saw the door, saw the football field with the guys, but it was all in vain. Mrs. Terza called me over, she had me in a stranglehold. Then she gave me the stare, right after that she gave me the shaft. By shaft I mean she gave me the spiel. She also gave me an assignment – an essay. I had until Monday or else. The essay was about who do I admire. This is a problem. I don’t like many people. I admire even less.

That Friday night, at a family dinner, Grandpa Meryl finds Nathan and gives him words of wisdom about life and a stern warning; it is gloomy and depressing so, live while you can. Then Grandpa Meryl has a heart attack and is rushed to the hospital. Nathan digs through his family’s stories from his angry grandmother in Israel and her marriage, through food and vivid markets in Jerusalem. From his dad’s strange sayings translated from Hebrew to his obsession with handball, and his Aunt’s love for mid-century architecture and baking. From his mom’s passion for literature and his sister’s conservative outlook, to his brother’s depression and love for Oprah and visits to the hospital, Nathan’s vivid imagination springs to life. He’s no longer a precocious kid, but a film noir detective attempting to solve the mystery and sort through suspects of admiration.