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posted January 20, 2006 06:11 PM      Profile for Romantic Rights   Email Romantic Rights   Send New Private Message      Edit/Delete Post  Reply With Quote 
Vincento D’lessandro always told the same story to the little ones…

”That rickety boat must have carried half the island! And the rats! More rats then people… not a single bite of food, unless you brought your own along. Your great-great ‘Nonna wasn’t in the best of health, so she sent me alone… I remember it like yesterday. We had to pull up roped buckets from the ocean for drinking water. Filthy I say…!”

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”Baruch attah Adonai, eloheinu melech ha’olam. . . .”

Rebeccah D’lessandro had become a bat mitzvah, just as her great-grandfather had always desired. He was always worried his family would convert to the typical choice for Italian-Americans; Catholicism. You know, you just didn’t hear of many Sicilian-Catholics. But that suited Beccah just fine – she was always the odd one out. Misunderstood for most of her existence up until this point, the ceremony of most 13 year old Jewish girls was not that different - but the Oneg which boasted biscotti, pizzelles, and espresso was a bit odd.

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The next 13 years weren’t as accepting as the last 13, and Beccah found herself to be 26 and a fledgling law student in the capital city. For her, there were two choices – the straight and narrow, or the corrupt and disgraceful. She chose the first option, which dictated the she leave her family behind. Italian Jews pushed two stereotypes together into one ****** up package – power beyond understanding and the wealth to make it something dangerous. The D’lessandro family was a New Jersey powerhouse who dodged accusation after accusation and covered their tracks in everything they did.

It just wasn’t for her.

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She chose a different life, in a different place, but she was a JAP in the truest sense of the word no matter how she tried to escape it. And on top of all that – she was a rich Italian.. even though she didn’t want the life that was hers, did that mean she could flee the criminal mind and shady background?

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The quick brown fox,
was not as quick as he could be.


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