Chapter 37

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Gabriel carefully opened the cover. The photo shows an attractive middle-aged woman with wavy black hair, dark skin, and a long hooked nose. She was holding an umbrella over her head and was walking down the stone steps of Montmatre. “Hannah Weinberg,” Navot said. “Forty-four years old, unmarried, no children. Typical Jew. An only child and no relatives. At this rate, we won"t need the size of a state to accommodate the entire Jewish population." Navot looked down sadly, he continued to eat the chicken and vegetables. He tends to get bored whenever he talks about the Jewish future. “She owns a fashion boutique in Monmatre at Rue Lepic. The store name is Lepic. I took the picture while she was having lunch. I have a feeling the store was opened for her hobby rather than her profession. I c

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