Emily edged toward the door. Names weren’t matching up, family things weren’t adding up and nothing made sense.
Blima and Sonja were just outside in the hallway. They were arguing, it sounded like, but it didn’t matter. Emily was on a mission. She burst right through the door. “Is Doran related to us?” she asked. “I need the truth.”
“Do you mean, are we friends?” said Blima. “Sure we’re friends. He’s a friend of the family.”
“Are we biologically related?” asked Emily. “Do we share chromosomes?”
“No,” Sonja said quickly. “Of course not. He’s not even Jewish.”
That’s what Emily had thought. And yet. “Are you sure?” she asked.
“I’m positive,” said Blima. “We’re not even close to being related. Two different families. Two different communities. I remember, from back in Russia. Different
