Page 30 - Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen
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"And do you think the prophet Elijah walks in every
                                    time you open a door? A goy zugt a vertl,  there's a fool
                                    in every house." The woman was dressed in a dark skirt
                                    covered with a smudged apron,  an embroidered blouse
                                    with  the  sleeves  rolled  up,  and  a  blue  kerchief on  her
                                    head.  Her bare arms were dusted with  flour.  Standing
                                    at  a  low  table  near  a  sink,  she  was  pounding  bread
                                    dough.
                                      Hannah was stunned. It was as if she'd suddenly been
                                    transported  to  a  movie  set.  The  illusion  was  so  com-
                                    plete,  she couldn't  even find an  answer.  And then the
                                    words the  woman  had spoken came  to her:  a goy zugt
                                    a  vertl. . .  It  was  a  Yiddish  phrase  her  grandfather
                                            .
                                    used  all  the  time  and  which  she'd  never  understood
                                    before.  Yet  now  it  was  as  clear  as  if  she  could  speak
                                    the language  herself. A goy zugt a  vertl meant "As the
                                    peasant  says . . "
                                                 .
                                      "So,  Chaya,  is Shmuel coming or not?" The woman
                                    did not look  up  from the  dough  as  she spoke but  con-
                                    tinued to beat it with  a  steady,  hypnotic rhythm.
                                      Hannah looked out the door again,  as if it could offer
                                    her some clue. Since she'd opened one door and entered
                                    this  daydream,  perhaps  going  through  another  would
                                    bring her home again.  It was worth a try. Taking a step
                                    forward,  she  saw  that  the  man  crossing  the  field  was
                                    much closer now.  She could make him out clearly.  He
                                    had  a  thick  black  beard  and  a  full  head  of  black  hair
                                    topped  with  a  cap.  His  shirt  was  full-sleeved  and  the
                                    loose-fitting trousers were pushed into the tops of high
                                    leather boots. What Rosemary would give for such boots,
                                    she  thought.  The  man  was  no  longer  singing  but  was



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