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The woman’s hands are wrinkled, the skin hanging like melting wax. She holds her hand in the air. “She is this high”

Hannah sits down opposite Sarah. Her heart sinks. Now she will have to give a full accounting, which she prefers not to do

Should she be angry at the world? Outraged? Wanting more, wanting less. Where was goodness, if there was indeed such a thing? If not, then why did she care so much about it?

“There’s no such thing as causes. There are only people”

They cover their heads and they wear tzitizis and they grow their beards and they bring out their instruments to play on Shabbos

She is glad of the rush. She wants to be home, with Ernst, in a place where she can try and make sense of it all