“Shame two innocent little boys, just because they have brown skin? That’s okay with you, and with everybody in the kehillah?”
Yelena The apartment was quiet when I returned from work. There was a pot on the stove, and I sniffed something sweet and spicy. “Benish?” I called. I was rewarded with a grunt from the direction of the dining room. I hung up my coat and went to the dining room. Benish was sprawled on
This whole situation was super strange, but the fact was, I hadn’t done anything wrong
This was the guy who told people when they had dandruff on their collar; subtlety wasn’t his strong point
“I’m thinking it ought to be pretty simple to find out who leaked the documents”
I definitely hadn’t done anything wrong here. And yet, something niggled at my memory. I knew the answer, I’d heard it somewhere. Where?
