"He’s my best uncle. The bad one. The one who broke Savta’s heart to bits"
It was raining in Ramah Gimmel when I left Chayah Leah’s house.
We’d been studying for our Navi test. A gray car honked its horn at me.
I paid no attention. I kept walking, bundled up against the rain, toward the bus stop. Night comes too early in the winter, and it’s thicker.
Pa-pam. There was that honk again. That driver didn’t give up. “Yaldah? Do you need a lift?”
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