Page 23 - Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen
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"And  when  my  sister  Eva  was  thirteen,  what  she
                                      would have given for a little glass of watered wine . . . ,"
                                      Grandpa   Will  had  begun.  It  was the  same  kind of ar-
                                      gument he used for everything.  He never had to finish
                                      the sentence,  for no one  could withstand the  promise
                                      of guilt.
                                         "All right, Poppy."
                                         Grandpa Will had smiled, turning to Eva. "See, they
                                      can't keep her a baby forever."
                                         Babies, like Aaron, had to make do with grape juice.
                                       Hannah  had  been  grateful  to her grandfather  for that.
                                      And she had discovered,  with the very first toast, that
                                      she  liked  the  sweet,  cloying  taste  of  the  wine,  even
                                       though it made her head buzz.
                                         "Hannah!" Aaron tugged on her sleeve and his eyes
                                       were  full of mischief.  "It's time."
                                         "Time?"  For a moment she thought he meant time
                                      for the next toast, and then she realized he meant time
                                       to steal the afikoman, the matzoh wrapped in the blue
                                       embroidered cloth. Looking around the table,  she saw
                                       that the  adults  were  all  suddenly  very  busy talking to
                                       one another. She remembered when, as the only child,
                                      she'd been the one to take the afikoman; she'd thought
                                      herself terribly clever when she found it under Grandpa
                                       Will's chair.  Of course,  now  she  knew that  he  always
                                       hid  it  there  for  easy  discovery.  She  smiled  at  Aaron,
                                       suddenly  feeling  very  adult.  "You  go  look  for  it.  I'll
                                       keep watch here."                                 /
                                         "Okay." He slipped from his chair and crawled around
                                       to  the  head  of the  table.  Then  he  leaped  to  his/feet,
                                       holding the blue cloth  and its crumbling contents  high


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