Chapter 3Ruth squatted beside the children on the living room rug, its center worn low and pale by footsteps, its corners still holding faded furniture marks.
“Ima, how do you like my castle?” Hadassah proudly added the finishing touches to the belfry and moved away from the white Lego structure so Ruth could get a better look. “It’s almost as tall as O-O.”
“It’s beautiful, Dassi. What an architect you are.” She leaned forward and adjusted her daughter’s headband. “There, that’s better.”
“Will the sing-along music play again, Mummy?” Avri asked, arranging cards for a game of solitaire. In tune with the festive spirit of the Sabbath, Avri had dressed up in a shirt and tie. He had also taken to wearing a kippah full-time.
Ruth pushed herself up from the floor. “Of course it will.” She tu
