- Uncle Arie?
- No, Spider-Man - Ben Roy she said with an American accent.
The boy was silent for a while and then burst out laughing:
- No it's not Spider-Man and Uncle Arie! Come on!
Ben Roy smiled and opened the door buzzed. By pressing the elevator call, he stuck to the mouth plate mint gum to hide the smell of alcohol.
Shabbat at the sisters were rare moments in his gray life, when he felt comfortable. Religious ceremonies themselves were not for Ben Roy as important as before. After Galina death, he almost stopped going to synagogue, even on Passover, Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. I am attracted to warm, convivial atmosphere that prevailed in the family of sisters. It was nice to sit in a narrow circle of relatives - Hava, her husband Simon and their two children - and Haim Ezer. It warmed the kind of cheerful, happy people - such dissimilar to it.
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