My kids are distracted. I sidle up to the woman — girl, really, in charge. “Is there a reason the gas masks have been issued now?” She shrugs. “No reason.”
Of course. There doesn’t have to be a reason. Every day, life in Israel teeters on the edge.
Anxious to prevent fear or worry, I get my kids to talk and talk and talk, the whole long walk home. We discuss war and sirens and why we wear gas masks and I answer some questions I’d expected and some never dreamed of.
“Does the queen of England have a gas mask?”
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