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Margalit looks into her cousin’s eyes. “You say that like you think I’m weird. I’m telling you, I just saw the tiger and—”

“I bring an order from the merchants of Venice”

Yes, Margalit thought, Abuelita taught me about words and their power… Maybe that’s why I think more than I speak?

She couldn’t miss the disappointment in their voices, the mocking tone, the mean edge.

Her teacher’s criticism rang so true, it was an arrow piercing the center of the target

There were ten children in her family and not enough space, and although no one in their class ever said anything about all that, it was clear what they thought