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      Advance Praise

      “Jerry’s Vegan Women takes you on a roller coaster ride of emotions, from laughter and excitement to disdain and heartbreak for what might have been. It’s an irreverent and fun look at the intersection of dietary and relationship ethics. You won’t want to put it down.”

      — Paul Shapiro, Vice President of Farm Animal Protection, The Humane Society of the United States

      “Jerry’s Vegan Women is an absorbing collection of stories about a thoughtful guy whose life is changed through his relationships with vegan women. Through Shaberman’s storytelling, the reader empathizes with Jerry and his compassion for our planet’s amazing animal kingdom.”

      — Carole Hamlin, Board Member, Vegetarian Resource Group

      “You don’t have to be hardcore vegan to enjoy and appreciate the engaging — and often insightful — stories of Ben Shaberman. He writes with flair, humor, and compassion about characters, relationships, and situations that have a universal appeal, even to the steak-and-potatoes reader.”

      — Roland Goity, Editor, WIPs: Works (of Fiction) in Progress Literary Journal

      “The most engaging aspect of Ben Shaberman’s writing is his distinctive voice. Typically lighthearted, often amusing, Ben’s voice grabs you by the hand and pulls you along for an entertaining ride.”

      — Tiffany Hauck, Editor, Split Infinitive Literary Journal

      Jerry’s

      Vegan Women

      Ben Shaberman

      Apprentice House

      Loyola University Maryland

      Baltimore, Maryland

      Copyright © 2015 by Ben Shaberman

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without prior permission from the publisher (except by reviewers who may quote brief passages).

      First Edition

      Printed in the United States of America

      Paperback ISBN: 978-1-62720-079-0

      Ebook ISBN: 978-1-62720-080-6

      Design: Sara Killough & Kelley Murphy

      Cover Art: Maria Gruzynski

      Cover Model: Amanda Jones

      Published by Apprentice House

      Apprentice House

      Loyola University Maryland

      4501 N. Charles Street

      Baltimore, MD 21210

      410.617.5265 • 410.617.2198 (fax)

      www.ApprenticeHouse.com [email protected]

      For Happy, Chutzpah, and Olive

      Contents

      Gail 1

      Sarah 9

      Suzy 23

      Missy 35

      Mandi 49

      Betty 53

      Karen 61

      Francesca 69

      Joanie 83

      Josie 105

      About the Author 125

      Acknowledgements 127

      Gail

      “Jerome, Jerome, Jerome,” Gail pleaded. “You have to challenge him to a rematch. You just lost your queen too early. It was a stupid mistake. Otherwise, you would have beaten him again. I know it!”

      “I dunno,” Jerry replied, shrugging his shoulders. “Mr. Feldman said I didn’t have a chance, if the room was quiet. And it was. You were there. It’s not like indoor recess where he’s shouting at someone every two minutes to stop horsing around.”

      “You gotta go for two out of three. Even if you lose, you’re eleven! But if you win — that would be so cool. Beating the teacher!”

      “Maybe, I dunno. He really smeared me. Like, in five moves.”

      Gail shook her head, got up from the barstool, and walked over to the jukebox to play her proverbial “Rockin’ Robin,” “Joy to the World,” and “Let It Be.” That was her ritual every time she came to Irv’s Sandwich Shop. If she happened to have an extra quarter on a given day, she’d play the medley a second time. If someone else’s songs had queued up ahead of hers, she’d anxiously watch the jukebox when one of their tunes was ending, trying to will one of hers to play next.

      Gail and Jerry had been classmates for the last three years, but it wasn’t until the sixth grade that they began to bond. Maybe it was their budding hormones. Maybe it was because they were the only two kids in Mr. Feldman’s class who were selected to tutor kids in the lower grades. Or maybe it was because they began to run into each other at Irv’s after school and both loved to devour heaping plates of crinkle-cut French fries smothered in salt and ketchup.

      For Jerry in particular, the scales began to tip when she started calling him Jerome. Until she came along, he couldn’t stand his formal name. Everyone, including his teachers, knew not to call him Jerome, because if they did, he’d lash out. But coming from Gail, it was an expression of affection, and despite his adolescent self-absorption and indifference, he picked up on it.

      Their relationship was never consummated physically — they never exchanged even a single kiss nor did they ever talk about going steady — but that might have been why it endured throughout the entire sixth grade.

      Gail was a loyal friend to Jerry. She could often be found on the sidelines of his pick-up football games during recess. When he stayed home from school because of one of his many his asthma attacks, she made sure he was brought up to date the next day on whatever lessons he missed. And she witnessed those two agonizing chess games with Mr. Feldman, when Jerry went from feeling like the next Bobby Fischer after his victory in game one to giving up chess entirely after getting creamed in the rematch. Gail didn’t cling. She was just present and supportive.

      Her parents were both from Italy, which gave her classically Italian features — olive skin, dark auburn hair that ran nearly to her waist, brown eyes, and a welcoming, radiant smile. She was a small girl, and hadn’t started filling out the way many girls begin to do at eleven.

      Gail had a soft spot for underdogs, especially other students who weren’t popular or successful. On Friday mornings, Mr. Feldman led the class in a game he called Academic Challenge in which the students were separated into teams to answer questions about history, sports, current events, music, and other assorted topics. He selected five captains, usually the smartest kids like Gail and Jerry, who in turn picked the members of their teams. As in any pickup game, most captains chose the best players first, and those selected last were embarrassed and demoralized. It was the Darwinian reality of being a kid. But unlike Jerry and the other captains, and to the disbelief of everyone in the class, even Mr. Feldman, Gail always picked the underachievers and misfits first. Kids like Kevin Feifer, who often dressed in fatigues and was obsessed with all things military. He was a poor student and never had much to say about anything; he just sat in the back of the classroom picking his nose and making occasional exploding noises. So, unsurprisingly, Gail’s team never won Academic Challenge. For her, the victory was the team itself.

      When Gail retuned from the jukebox, the waitress brought out fries and Cokes, and she and Jerry began to munch away and watch life at Irv’s proceed the way it usually did on a weekday afternoon.


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