“We’re going to the emergency room,” Yaakov said. He was telling them, not asking
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andy and Marta Eliav sat down to an early supper, the wedding album open between them. It had just arrived this morning, and now they had time to savor the memories together.
There were Judy and Yaakov, and their little girls, dressed like princesses. Moriah and her husband, with their sweet baby boy. Yonatan with his bride at his side, his eyes shining. And on the next page, one large picture of all of them together. Marta stroked the stiff printed page with her fingertips, tracing an imaginary cloud around her perfect family. They were all married off now, all settled, all happy.
“They make such a nice couple,” said Sandy, pointing to Yonatan and Sarah Bayla. “A really nice couple.”
And suddenly a lightning bolt shot through his brain.
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