Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds<br />
suddenly so afraid, what had we done, leaving our own place<br />
<strong>and</strong> coming to this new country, <strong>and</strong> then someone yelled from<br />
the shore, “Shalom aleichem!” out loud, like that, so that anyone<br />
could hear <strong>and</strong> know it was a Jew speaking, <strong>and</strong> I was so relieved<br />
that I cried anyway, nu, where was I? Please, Mr. Abrahams <strong>and</strong><br />
lady, have some more tea.’<br />
‘What happened then?’ asked Phryne, sipping more hot,<br />
thin, refreshing tea.<br />
‘We were safe then. Yossel spoke to Mr. Abrahams, <strong>and</strong> he<br />
took charge of the trunk <strong>and</strong> paid us the full gold price for it,<br />
<strong>and</strong> we bought this house, <strong>and</strong> then just when we were settled<br />
<strong>and</strong> we all had jobs <strong>and</strong> we were happy, my Yossel he took<br />
tuberculosis <strong>and</strong> died, ai, ai, he lasted long enough to see his<br />
son, <strong>and</strong> then he was gone. My Yosselah, alav ha-sholom. God<br />
rest his soul, he was a good man.’ Mrs. Grossman wiped her eyes<br />
with her apron. ‘But we are doing well. I keep a boarding house<br />
<strong>and</strong> Mrs. Hallenstein sends me some of the new ones from the<br />
boats, so I have a household to feed <strong>and</strong> they have a good kosher<br />
home. My daughter Helen makes buttons <strong>and</strong> my daughter<br />
Fanny works in an office <strong>and</strong> my son Philo—who would have<br />
thought he would grow so tall?—he has his own shop in the<br />
Eastern Market, a picture frame maker. And my Saul is a son<br />
of the Book. And we are all happy except that Yossi brings me<br />
distinguished visitors without any warning.’<br />
Phryne took Mrs. Grossman’s h<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> said, ‘We are very<br />
glad to be here <strong>and</strong> your house could not be any tidier or<br />
cleaner if you had ten years’ notice. I like this tea. Do you buy<br />
it locally?’<br />
‘King <strong>and</strong> Godfreys,’ said Mrs. Grossman promptly. ‘But<br />
maybe you can come again, <strong>and</strong> we will make you perhaps<br />
some French coffee, <strong>and</strong> my seed cake which I make better than<br />
any woman in Faraday Street, though I say it myself; it was my<br />
mother’s recipe. Now I will not intrude any more on this business<br />
of the death, a terrible thing, such a young man.’<br />
She collected her daughters <strong>and</strong> bustled away. Yossi<br />
Liebermann <strong>and</strong> Phillip sat down at the table, pushing aside the