“I want to follow you. You and your family.”
“You really mean that s**t you said?”
“Yeah!”
“It’s like you’ve got guts. It’s like you’ve got it. What’s your age anyway?”
“Fourteen.”
“That’s my f*****g age too,” Cone laughed and gave Craig a hug, “Come on, Craig. The boss has to see you.”
Cone could be lively and very friendly on a good day. However, there was one thing that always made him dejected each time he remembered it. It had to do with his Jewish connection.
His great-grandmother was a Jew who thrived in the era of the Second World War when there was an abundance of Nazi concentration camps. Though she stayed in the vicinity of those horrendous camps, she never stepped into any of them. Her rare beauty had made that possible.
She was twenty years old then and was especially
