The Storytellers: Part 5
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—”
When Margalit finishes, Smadar looks at her, shocked and admiring. “Margalit.” She pauses. “That was a-mazing. Where did you come up with that story? How could you think of such a thing on the spot? Do you know Itali—”
Margalit cuts her off. “I don’t know! I don’t know! I just… I just saw the tiger in Abuelita’s box, and it seemed to speak to me. I saw it, and I remembered the story. I dreamed it last night.” As if that explained anything.
The two girls lean in toward the box, looking carefully, suspiciously, at the other objects that lie inside.
“Well,” Smadar finally says, “do any of these other things ‘speak’ to you?”
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—”
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