Chapter 10: After the Funeral
We wandered around the city all that day and into the night, until we were finally in the Church Street village. I was sitting on the steps, a central location to watch the passing humanity from just outside the local Second Cup coffee shop. I was there because I had noticed a calendar behind the counter in the shop, on which someone evidently kept track of the date by crossing out each day as it passed. The first uncrossed date was August 9.
So, I had left, asking Zvika to get my coffee for me. As I sat there, I reached into my jacket pocket with a groan and extracted the black notebook. I was writing down my observation when Zvika emerged from the café with our coffees.
He sat down next to me and held my coffee while I put away the notebook. I took the co
