Page 19 - Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen

shared a particular bond at those times, as if the magic
was still, somehow, alive.
"A yahrzeit for all the beloved dead, a grace for all
the beloved living," Aunt Eva always whispered to
Hannah before reciting the Hebrew prayers. Hannah
whispered along with her.
Even Aaron tried to get in on the act, but he mumbled
the words a full beat behind. Annoyed, Hannah poked
him in the side, but he shifted away. In frustration, she
caught up the fleshy part of his upper arm between her
fingers and pinched. He cried out.
"Hannah!" her father said sharply.
Hannah felt her face grow red and she looked down
at her plate.