Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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0 Kerry Greenwood<br />
on the window. She turned the corner past the hardware shop<br />
into a street of little houses, dominated by the huge red brick<br />
wall of the Nurses’ Home. Yossi Liebermann, it seemed, lived<br />
in Faraday Street in a boarding house, <strong>and</strong> Faraday Street was<br />
entirely lined with resting vans <strong>and</strong> horseless drays. This had<br />
meant that Phryne had to park her own car in Lygon Street <strong>and</strong><br />
walk directly into the gale. She wished for a huge safety pin to<br />
secure her coat. She was confident of her ability to make this<br />
fashionable, if necessary.<br />
The hot wind grabbed at her hair <strong>and</strong> pulled at her garments. She<br />
lost her grip on the edge of the coat <strong>and</strong> it bellied <strong>and</strong> flapped like a<br />
sail. Phryne Fisher was about to lose her temper with her garments,<br />
<strong>and</strong> her young man watched with some interest as she dragged the<br />
coat off <strong>and</strong> rolled it into a loose, crease-forming bundle.<br />
‘There are times when I swear I consider that all fashion<br />
designers hate women,’ she snarled. ‘Give me a man who designs<br />
clothes that can be worn in weather! What’s the number of the<br />
house, Simon?’<br />
‘Here, I believe.’ Simon opened the front door of a small<br />
single-fronted house. Simultaneously he put his fingers to his<br />
lips, reaching up <strong>and</strong> touching a little tube, like a metal casemoth,<br />
nailed aslant inside the doorway.<br />
‘What’s that?’ she asked, coming in gladly out of the dust into<br />
a dim hallway <strong>and</strong> a very strong smell of soup. Someone was<br />
making stock. Phryne smelt an odd addition to this domestic<br />
scent: something like glue?<br />
‘It’s a mezuzah. It’s a bit of the Torah, the Book of Laws, the<br />
part of the bible which tells us to love God,’ he said. ‘Shalom,<br />
Yossi! How are you, old fellow? This is my friend, Miss Fisher.’<br />
A thin young man, already balding, stooped down <strong>and</strong><br />
took Phryne’s h<strong>and</strong> very gingerly, as though she might bite.<br />
‘Delighted,’ he said in a thick accent which was not quite<br />
German or Russian but had elements of both. ‘Simon, I have no<br />
fitting place to entertain a lady, you know that, <strong>and</strong> it’s Sunday,<br />
only Kadimah will be open…’