The Liberated Bride
“Rivlin lay waiting for the dawn under an old woolen blanket in the unborn children’s room. The Jerusalem polymath, wrapped in a sheet on the Persian rug in his study, awaited the same dawn, which would bring a doctor, a family friend, to confirm his final adieu. Meanwhile, in the living room on the other side of the door, the translatoress sat up talking emotionally to the judge, seeking guidance.
The two Arabs had left, each for his own destination. Or had they gone off together?
They had spread the sheet over the doyen of Orientalists with such perfect coordination that they might have been trained for it.
But what were the signs? For it now appeared that behind the hypochondria and the false alarms a real death had been hiding, waiting to catch the translatoress of Ignorance off guard before striking.
And yet . . .
Rivlin thought about the pajamas Tedeschi was wearing when he died. They indicated that he had gone to bed and tried to sleep. Had some new idea made him jump up and go ...to his desk?MoreLess
The two Arabs had left, each for his own destination. Or had they gone off together?
They had spread the sheet over the doyen of Orientalists with such perfect coordination that they might have been trained for it.
But what were the signs? For it now appeared that behind the hypochondria and the false alarms a real death had been hiding, waiting to catch the translatoress of Ignorance off guard before striking.
And yet . . .
Rivlin thought about the pajamas Tedeschi was wearing when he died. They indicated that he had gone to bed and tried to sleep. Had some new idea made him jump up and go ...to his desk?MoreLess
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