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t was after ten, and as Raizele walked her sister to the bus stop, she couldn’t stop looking at the pretty necklace she’d finished making this evening. Her phone rang, and she answered Yanky’s call with a cheerful hello, still rolling the little crystal beads between her fingers. Maybe she’d make herself a cell phone handle in the same style, to match….
“When are you coming home?” Yanky wanted to know.
“I should be there in about 15 minutes. I’m waiting with Racheli here at the bus stop, and once her bus comes I’ll come straight home. Any particular reason you need me there?”
“Uh… I just want to tell you something.”
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