“A violent man is roaming the old ghetto, looking for poor families, persuading them to send away their daughters. Does that not sound suspicious?”
“So, are you going to reveal your secret?”
Felix sighs. Papa is at a performance. Mama is in her bedroom, reading Tehillim, or her techinos. He thought he would have a glass of wine and some time alone to think over the events of the last few days. But Emmy follows him. And Emmy will not give in. She never has.
He shakes his head. No point in wasting the word no.
“Explain, please.”
“Nothing to explain.”
Emmy raises her eyebrows and pulls a face. “Oh, so nonchalant.”
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