Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds 1<br />
that he would kill Simon while he had a captive audience <strong>and</strong><br />
further envy, malice <strong>and</strong> all uncharitableness to spill. Phryne<br />
pushed Mr. Abrahams forward.<br />
‘You talk to him,’ she urged. ‘Get him to tell you how much<br />
he hates you.’<br />
‘Chaim?’ asked Mr. Abrahams. ‘What are you doing, brother?’<br />
‘Brother?’ snarled Chaim. ‘What brother were you to me?<br />
You married the woman I loved, you stole my business, <strong>and</strong><br />
you made me your slave. Find this, Chaim, fix this, Chaim, oh,<br />
Chaim will do it! He’s got no head for business, Chaim, too<br />
visionary, a luftmensch, but good on the day-to-day details, keep<br />
the diary, arrange the appointments!’ His mockery was merciless<br />
<strong>and</strong> instantly recognizable.<br />
‘Chaim,’ said Benjamin Abrahams, ‘Chaim, please, we’re<br />
mispocheh! We’re family!’<br />
‘Bennie, we’re not related,’ snapped Chaim.<br />
‘Then give me a great gift, stranger.’ Benjamin Abrahams sank<br />
down onto his knees, eye to eye with his son. ‘Give me this life.’<br />
‘I want you to mourn.’ Chaim’s voice was inhumanly gleeful,<br />
<strong>and</strong> Phryne shivered. ‘“Oh, Absalom, my son, my son! Would<br />
that I had died for thee,” that’s what I want for you, Bennie, I<br />
want you to mourn.’<br />
‘I will mourn,’ agreed Benjamin Abrahams. ‘I will mourn<br />
the loss of my son. I will also mourn the loss of my brother,’<br />
he said. ‘You want me to beg, Chaim? Here I am, begging. You<br />
want my wife to leave me <strong>and</strong> go to you? She’s going right now.<br />
You want my business, every penny I own? It’s yours. Only give<br />
me my son, Chaim. Give me Simon.’<br />
‘No,’ said Chaim. ‘You don’t mean it, brother. You mean to<br />
fool me. Don’t you think I know that as soon as I let go of this<br />
boy, the policeman will seize me? They’re out of sight but I know<br />
they’re there. Get up, Bennie. Lead the way. We’re going out of<br />
the market. Then you will drive me away in your big car.’<br />
He hauled Simon to his feet <strong>and</strong> Phryne followed a grotesque,<br />
horrible procession. Chaim kept his back to the shops<br />
<strong>and</strong> sidled along, using Simon as a shield. Benjamin Abrahams