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FOUR

I stepped out of the family compound this morning, in need of fresh air and eager to reconnoiter this latest anchorage to which I had so hastily retreated.

Fabian’s incessant weeping, touching at first, louder and more dramatic when assured of an audience, had by now become unbearable. I can put up with tears only for so long. Heartfelt at first, empathy turns to impatience, annoyance and resentment.

At the far end of the hallway, Meema and Shmiel were at it again, with Schmiel hiding behind a wall of silence and apathy and Meema icing over in catatonic rigidity in her rocking chair, her lips pinched, her eyes ablaze and darting with fury at anyone who crossed her path.

My grandfather was oiling the barrel of his revolver and buffing the muzzle with a chammy.