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My uncle, springing to his feet, circumnavigated the table to face my
grandma and then, his mind changed, he exited the house, banging the
door behind him wrathfully.
"I also must go" - mumbled his younger brother awkwardly - "My friends
are waiting. We are going to have us a good time in the square, we..."
- and he ran out tearfully.
Mother peered at the orphaned coffee cups and sipped from hers. She
poured my father some more, avoiding his searching gaze.
"Never works, he is killing his old man, destroying his life" - my
grandma repeated disparagingly. My mother nodded.
My father said:
"The aluminium here must be painted, it's all so rusty. I can do it for
you on Saturday."
No one responded. Someone flattened a mosquito between two palms and
studied the bloodied outcome.
"It's tough to be alone" - Aliza blurted - "She has no man and Sima
dead and Uzi..."
"I am alone" - Nitzkhia countered.
"I hope she doesn't do anything stupid" - my father cautioned no one in
particular - "This Janusz is a nutcase."
"He loves her" - Aliza said with wistful confidence - "He will not harm
her."
"The worst is when you love" - my mother said - "The worst crimes are
passionate."
She jumped to her feet and hurried to the kitchen to rid her dress of a
budding coffee stain.
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