“It’s unethical for us to give him his eyesight back, but it’s ethical for him to insist on being blind and make the whole village take care of him? Are we going to stand by and let that happen?”
Kivi had waved his hands — big deal, everyone is entitled to make a parnassah — but inside, he’d felt a prick of annoyance. This was going to be his concept. His place to make a mark.
“RaRa, where’s Hadas today?”
I swallow and shift from foot to foot. Mommy’s green eyes flash, she doesn’t say anything.
Ima looks upset. “He said,” she whispers, “that he’s willing to trade. He will get his son and we can keep his daughter.”
“Look, Morta. I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re poking up the wrong chimney. I have no money. None at all”
Rina stared at her for a moment, as she struggled over how to respond. Part of her was screeching to call out Gabriella on her chutzpah
