“Sounds amazing,” Shoshi whispers, eyes wide. I look back at her with barely concealed excitement. “I can’t wait,” I whisper back. “A guided tour of Shushan — what an experience!”
We turn our attention back to our tour guide. Tuvya is a kind-looking man, with a big smile and broad shoulders. His hair is brown, and so is his bushy beard, and his eyes are dancing as he begins his tour. “Over here, on our right,” Tuvya flings his right arm outwards, “is the Palace. And here, on our left,” I quickly move back to allow for Tuvya’s left arm to stretch out toward the town — “is Shushan.”
“What do you mean?” Shoshi queries. “Aren’t we in Shushan? Isn’t this all Shushan?” She wrinkles her nose and whispers, “That’s where we asked to go, anyway!”
Tuvya laughs, a great big jolly sound, and his big shoulders shake. “I’m sure that wonderful yaldin such as you know all about the story of Shushan,” he says, as if he thinks Shoshi was joking.
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