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She’d been surprised to find out there was property overseas. Grandma raised her, yet no word was ever said about it.
“You should go,” Abe said. “Check it out. See about selling.”
She took Daniel with her. Heritage for him. Distraction from grief for her.
The small apartment above the Shuk was dank and cramped. Her grandmother had bought it decades earlier. Investment in the Holy Land.
“We couldn’t pay much,” the ancient tenant said, tears and wariness in her eyes, blue numbers on her arm. “She was an angel. Kept saying we were doing the mitzvah on her behalf.”
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