Batya is at her most annoying when she’s right. My parents had paid 30,000 shekels— about half a year’s worth of Abba’s salary
“They sent you a teddy bear?” As usual, Batya was all enthusiasm.
“I have to come see it! You know, they sent me a toy monkey with implants before I had my surgery. I was a baby then, I don’t really remember it, but I still have the monkey.”
She talked so much and so fast, I couldn’t get a word in. Then she said she was coming over and bringing the monkey. She wasn’t sure where she’d put it, but she’d pop over as soon as she found it.
I had to smile when I saw it. It was wearing a blue sweater-vest with the logo of the company that supplied the implants, and it had two processors made of felt, stuck behind the ears with Velcro, attached with wires to two round magnets on top of its head.
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