Threads And Flames (2010)
Threads And Flames
“Without the shadowy cover of the prayer shawl, he looked much younger, less like a grown man and more like a lad newly out of boyhood, not much older than Raisa. He produced an embroidered storage bag from the pocket of his trousers and tucked his things inside.
“All set!” he announced cheerfully. “And now, I hope you won’t mind, but the only place I can afford to offer you ladies some cake is in my home. Don’t worry, it’s all perfectly respectable; my mother will be there, I promise. We’ll have to walk about four blocks to get there. Will that be too far for you, princess? I can carry you if you’re tired.”
“I’m not a baby. I can walk,” Brina replied with regal dignity. “Carry her.” She made a grand gesture in Raisa’s direction.
“Maybe another time,” Gavrel said. Raisa thought she saw him blush.
The four blocks to Gavrel’s home passed with Raisa introducing herself and Brina, then telling him how they’d happened to come into the synagogue and under the caretaker’s sharp tongue.
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