Shira whipped out two knit beanies. She tugged the black one over her light-brown hair and tossed a gray one onto Dassi’s lap. “Voila!” she said. “We’re married!”
When she heard Papa’s voice, she could not think: He is a prisoner. I am an employee of Hurrem Sultan. She simply thought, Hide, hide, HIDE!
“Fools all of you. You arrest me, when I am just a messenger from a foreign land. I was duped into this. It was all a plan for my downfall. Me, the printer of Salonika”
Ari stalked back to Dassi. “Is that not the most outrageous thing you’ve ever seen? It took a lot of time and work to make this night special”
“This is not mesirut nefesh at all, but foolishness. And the Almighty does not want us to be fools”
Dassi’s mother paused for a second too long, and in that moment, Dassi knew, and her stomach turned over
