"He’s scruffy and unkempt, and all the mothers are terrified of what might happen. You’ve got to get rid of him”
F
reshly bathed and sleepy, thumb in mouth, Sari lay in bed, waiting for her father to come in and say goodnight. Her eyes were already closing.
“Hi, Sari. What did you do today?”
The little girl took her thumb out of her mouth and sat up, suddenly alert. “We went to the park. There’s a man there.”
“It was that beggar again,” Sari’s mother grumbled from the doorway. “You men have to find a way of getting him out of there, Shimon. He’s been camping in the park all week, and I’m afraid.”
“The man sleeps in the park,” Sari announced. “He has a bed in the park, and a blanket.”
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