Passage from Home

Isaac Rosenfeld

1946

Father glared; Willy smiled. Father sat erect, his skullcap square on his head; Willy slouched, all relaxed, his cap slung at an angle like a beret. One declaimed the Hebrew text, loudly, punctiliously; the other looked at the pictures, whispered to the women, pinched my knee under the table and cracked nuts with his teeth, disdaining the…

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