I tzik dashed down the stairs as fast as he could carry his large build and in forty seconds he was out in the front yard standing between the two jeering Levi boys and Joe self-appointed champion of human rights.
“What’s the matter with you guys?” he asked. “Can’t you keep yourselves out of trouble?”
“Force is the only language the Arabs understand ” came a new voice. It was a friend of the Levis who must have magically smelled trouble and made his way over. He was smirking — apparently he thought he’d come up with a very clever line.
“There wouldn’t have been any trouble if your kushi friend hadn’t come along ” said the older brother trying to calm Itzik down. “Next time we’ll have to make sure he isn’t around.”
