31
Palestine 1947
The sun edged over the horizon just as the last crate disappeared into a waiting lorry. I went to say my goodbyes.
“Not so fast, Boychick,” Jake said and climbed into the passenger side of the idling lorry where Irit sat impatiently at the wheel.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.
“Coming with you, what else? Just for a few days.”
“What? Oh no. That’s not going to happen.”
Then my kid brother chimed in. “C’mon Mo. The ship’s in for repairs so we got a couple of days before we can blow outta here. I want to experience some of the life here, you know, like a native.”
I began to protest and tell Eli precisely why that was a really bad idea but Irit poked her head up. “Let’s move, Lieutenant. No time to waste. The sun is coming up.”
Ah jeez-us. I pushed Eli t
