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“The navi Hoshea. Can you imagine, Mama. He had a body, he lived and walked these hills, and here he rests”

Had she been kidding herself all those years? Had she really never had potential to be anything more than an amateur?

As he moves, his tzitzis flap gently; they are dyed green, and she wonders why, for she has only seen tzitzis made of yellowing wool

And then, a rustle. Bilhah freezes. She blinks, trying to stare through the shifting shadows and the blackness. Someone is out here, with her

Shira was genuinely shocked. Was her mother-in-law really changing, or was she imagining it? Or maybe she was just that desperate to get rid of them

How could she? How could she be so cruel? Then again, what else to expect from a woman who has so much?