Joyce looked up. “Why won’t you let me come on holidays?”
Henye Meyer was born in Phoenixville, PA, and spent most of her youth in the local Carnegie Public Library, having learned early that school may not be the best place to expand your intellectual horizons. Although she detests history as it is usually taught, she loves historical research. She now lives in Manchester, England, has a large family which now extends to a few dozen grandchildren and assorted great-grandchildren. She laughs a lot and plays Solitaire on the computer way too much.
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“What! Are you saying I don’t get my share unless I visit that garden of hers twice a month?” demanded Mrs Owen. “That’s insane!”
“Big plants are horribly expensive. You do understand that, don’t you?”
But if the marriage breaks up, I’d be delighted.
“You’re good at spending, Shifra, but you need to think about earning,” Baruch told her.
“You and that garden! And those books – “
“If you upset my mother they’ll make sure you never visit again…”
“I wish you could find work,” said Baruch.
Chapter One Famous last words: “I’ve allowed plenty of time to get home to change before the appointment. I’ve got time to spare even if I miss the first bus.” But he didn’t have time, Dovid Vilner reflected, to miss two buses. And he had been waiting for fifty-five minutes with no bus in […]
STARLIGHT CHAPTER ONE “Matches, sir?…A box of matches, ma’am?…Only three a ha’penny…You’d like some matches, sir, wouldn’t you? –” Minna tried to keep the desperation out of her voice. You sold more matches if you sounded bright and cheerful. Only it had been such a dreadful day. Earlier a thick, yellowish fog had […]