Page 31 - Devil's Arithmetic by Jane Yolen
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whistling a vaguely familiar song.  When she realized it
                                      was "Dayenu," she laughed.
                                         "Oh, I get it," she muttered, though she didn't really.
                                      But she decided in that instant to play along.  Whether
                                      it was a dream or an elaborate game, she'd show them
                                      all  she  was a  good  sport.  It  was  certainly better than
                                      Grandpa Will's  deadly dull  Seder lessons.  "He's  com-
                                      ing,"  she said, turning back to the woman.
                                        "Good. Set the table. And be sure to use the Sabbath
                                      cloth. This is a special occasion, after all. It's not every
                                      day  my  baby  brother  is  to  be  married the  next  morn-
                                      ing." She wiped her hands on the apron. "Well, Chaya,
                                      move!"
                                        Chaya. But that's my Hebrew name, Hannah thought.
                                      The one I was given to honor Aunt Eva's dead friend.
                                      Weird. She wondered how the woman knew that name,
                                      then laughed  under her breath  at  her  own foolishness.
                                      Of course the woman knew. She was part of this crazy
                                      game. This crazy dream. But even as she thought that,
                                      Hannah felt a panic pressure in her chest.  Where was
                                      she? And where were her parents and Aaron and Aunt
                                      Eva and the others?  She stared  at the door again as if
                                      it held the  answer.
                                        "Why   are  you  standing  there  looking  like  a  Chelm
                                      fool,  Chaya?  The cloth,  child.  I  swear,  the  fever that
                                      carried your poor parents off—may they rest in peace—
                                      has done you more damage than we thought.    It was a
                                      miracle  you survived at all.  And while that was surely
                                      part of God's orderly plan, its meaning is beyond me.
                                      Sometimes, child,  you make me wonder."
                                        Whatever it was the woman wondered never got said,


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