Mazel & Mishagoss

By Stephanie Lewis

 

Therapist: Before we begin, I’d like to remind you that anything discussed here stays in strict confidence.

 

Golda: Do you hear that, Tevye? No sharing with the big guy upstairs.

 

Tevye: As the good book says, “He who allows God into every aspect of his marriage…”

 

Golda: Ugh, you can die from such a man.

 

Tevye: Golda, you’re hurting my feelings.

 

Golda: Why should today be different?

 

Tevye: Hey that’s my line. You stole my line. Straight outta the dinner scene before we sing The Sabbath Prayer.

 

Therapist: Hold up, folks. Why don’t we back up. Tevye, tell your wife how that makes you feel.

 

Tevye: Like you don’t care about me. Golda, do you love me?

 

Golda: Do I what?? Do I love him?

 

Therapist: Yes, Golda. But turn and face Tevye. Speak directly to your husband.

 

Golda: Do I love you? With our daughters getting married and this trouble in the town. Maybe it’s indigestion. Go lie down.

 

Tevya: See that? That’s her typical M.O. Never answers my questions. If I had a dollar for every time she was evasive, I’d be a …

 

Therapist: Again with the Rich Man? Money is the world’s curse.

 

Golda: You tell him Anna. Or do you prefer Ms. Tevka?

 

Therapist: Anatevka is just fine.

 

Golda: Anatevka, underfed, overworked —

 

Therapist: Never mind that right now. I think we’re getting closer to identifying the real problem.

 

Golda: That’s right. For 25 years, I’ve lived with him, fought with him, starved with him. Even milked his cow! But I never dreamed we’d be in therapy right now.

 

Tevye: Precisely. You never dream. That’s your problem.

 

Golda: Oh my prophetic Joseph, you big fat Dreamer, you.

 

Therapist: We don’t name call in this room.

 

Golda: You think I haven’t figured out that’s how you get your own way? Embellishing Fruma Sara to be some larger-than-life scary bully. In reality, the butcher’s dead wife was only 4ft. 8.

 

Tevye: Golda, never forget that I’m the master of the house and I get to have the final word. And I want to see Motel’s sewing machine right now. And don’t give me your, “after supper, you’ll faint” shtick.

 

Therapist: Tsk, control issues. Perhaps it’s time to talk about equal divisions of power and labor. What do you do all day, Golda?

 

Golda: Ha! And who does mama teach to mend and tend and fix?? So Papa’s free to read the holy books!

 

Therapist: Wow, that didn’t even rhyme.

 

Tevye: Let’s just skip through the first act. The real disaster comes toward the end when our third daughter marries a gentile.

 

Golda: And now you won’t even speak to our little bird, our Chavala. She’s dead to you.

 

Tevye: If I try and bend that far, I’ll break.

 

Therapist: On the other hand . . .

 

Tevye: No! No! There is no other hand!

 

Therapist: Okay, okay. Clearly we’re at an impasse. And looking at the time, I think we must stop our session now.

 

Tevye: C’mon Golda, let’s go have a drink. I told you this psychobabble is for the birds. A bird could love a fish but where would they build a home?

 

Therapist: In a pet shop?

 

Tevye: Oy, it was rhetorical.

 

Receptionist: Anatevka, your next clients are here . . . a Fanny Brice and a Nicky Arnstein?

 

Therapist: Show them in. At least she’s a Funny Girl.

2 comments

  1. Carol Mark

    I absolutely loved this! As a “Fiddler on the Roof” fan, I so appreciated it!

    Can’t wait to read about Fanny and Nicky!

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