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But Ayala wasn’t good at flattery. She never had been. Still, here went her best shot

Ayala frowned. She didn’t appreciate the condescending note in his voice

Penina makes a split-second decision. “I’m coming over. Are you at the cemetery?”

Right. Abba is dead. It’s still a strange, unformed thought, like a wispy bit of fluff that floats away when Gabe reaches for it

“A music video, huh? How trendy,” Bracha said sardonically. She raised an eyebrow. “Ayala’s okay with this?”

“Are you all right?” someone else asks. A teenager has her phone out and is filming her humiliation