I knew Mama was right. A Seder without Papa? What would that even look like?
The meeting on Monday turned out to be a total waste of time. Avi’s “weapon” was just some rope and a kitchen knife I could have taken out of my mother’s kitchen.
“That’s what you brought?” I asked Avi, incredulously. “A kitchen knife?”
“Do you have any better ideas?” Avi countered. “I told you — we need to stockpile anything we can get our hands on, and rope and a knife can be very useful.”
I held back a snort. Partnering with these guys had been Yitzchok’s idea, and until now, I had found them helpful. But really, thinking about it, they were just using my ideas and building on them — pretty unsuccessfully, I might add. We were no closer to sneaking into the British headquarters than we were three weeks ago. “Fine,” I said, reigning in the desire to leave them to themselves and come up with my own plan. “Where do we go from here?” Even if I came up with a plan, there was no way I could carry it out on my own.
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