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Ari called me while I was throwing the second-tier clothing that I’d left at my parents’ house for a reason when I’d moved out, into a suitcase. Clothing was a necessity and I’d chanced this quick stop. Luckily, my emergency credit card was still stashed here and I’d put my passport into my folks’ small safe when I’d returned from Los Angeles the last time, so I had some identification and access to money should I need them.
The good news was that Ms. Clara was awake and was going to be fine. The even better news?
“Put him on!” I squealed.
“Navela?” Rabbi Abrams sounded subdued.
“Rabbi, are you okay? Did Sienna hurt you?”
“She was very solicitous. We were treated with care and compassion.”
Rabbis could wield limited magic, such as the ritual spell to induct initiates, but they di
