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Updated: June 1, 2025
In the front row there, with the titillating folderols on her bonnet and her hand at her throat as if she would tear it open for the mystery of the pain of the heartbeat in it, Sara Turkletaub heard, and, hearing, swooned into the pit of her pain and her joy.
The week that Judge Turkletaub tried his first case in Court of General Sessions a murder case, toward which his criminal-law predilection seemed so inevitably to lead him, his third child, a little daughter with lovely creamy skin against slightly too curly hair, was lying, just two days old, in a blue-and-white nursery with an absurd border of blue ducks waddling across the wallpaper.
"Oh," said Ada, blushing softly, "Mr. Turkletaub isn't interested in that." "Yes, I am," said Nicholas, politely, eating one of the meats. "You mean the Tudor dining room " No, no! You know, the blue-and-white one you said you liked best of all." "It was a nursery," began Ada, softly. "Just one of those blue-and-white darlingnesses for somebody's little darling."
No Sicilian sunrise was ever more glossy with the patina of hope than the iced one that crept in for a look at the wide-faced, high-cheek-boned beauty of Sara Turkletaub as she lay with her sons to the miracle of her full breasts, her hair still rumpled with the agony of deliverance.
So sweetly moist her eyes that Mosher Turkletaub, his own brow damp from sweat of her writhings, was full of heartbeat, even to his temples. Long before moontime, as if by magic of the brittle air, the tidings had spread through the village, and that night, until the hand-hewn rafters rang, the house of Turkletaub heralded with twofold and world-old fervor the advent of the man-child.
Baby's dreams she even interior decorates." "My instructor liked that idea, too. He gave me 'A' on the drawing." "He should have given you the whole alphabet. And tell him about the chairs, Ada. Such originality." "Oh, Mrs. Turkletaub, that was just a a little idea " "The modesty of her! Believe me, if it was mine, I'd call it a big one. Tell him." "Mummie and daddie chairs I call them."
Turkletaub to clear it all away. Smoking there in his chair beside the dining-room window, rain the unrelenting threnody of the day, Nicholas, fed, closed his eyes to the rhythm of their comings and goings through the swinging door that led to the kitchen. Comings and goings his mother who rustled so cleanly of starch Ada clear yes, that was it clear as a mountain stream.
And so it was that Sara and Mosher Turkletaub sailed for America with only one twin Nikolai, the black. The Turkletaubs prospered. Turkletaub Brothers, Skirts, the year after the war, paying a six-figure excess-profit tax.
'So when mummie and daddie run up to kiss baby good night. I remember once in Russia, Nicky, all the evening clothes we had was our nightgowns, but when you and your little twin brother were two and a half years old, one night I " "Mrs. Turkletaub, did you have twins?" "Did I have twins, Nicky, she asks me. She didn't know you were twins. A red one I had, as red as my black one is black.
Ada, therefore, was not present at this inaugural occasion of his first trial. But each of the two weeks of its duration, in a first-row bench of the privileged, so that her gaze was almost on a dotted line with her son's, sat Sara Turkletaub, her hands crossed over her waistline, her bosom filling and waning and the little jet folderols on her bonnet blinking.
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