Grandfather did not respond to Robinson. I wasn’t sure of my footing, but I asked anyway: “Did you have anything to do with Ori’s murder?”
Robinson snickered and shook his head. “I’m guessing that you ask everyone that question, so I won’t make life difficult for you. No, I did not. I carry much hate in me, but Ori was among the last people in the world I would harm.”
“And why is that, Mr. Robinson?” Grandfather inquired.
“Because he was a wonderful kid, decent at the heart of him, non-pretentious, and non-defensive. Thinking about it, maybe he was just that kind of a person who gets himself killed because he doesn’t know how to protect himself.”
“How’s that?” I asked. What did he mean?
“Do you know how we met? It must have been September of ’69, right after he arrived at MJA. I was c
