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Grandma Rachel's Ghosts
Grandma Rachel's Ghosts
Grandma Rachel's Ghosts
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Grandma Rachel's Ghosts

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Can the dead speak to us? And if they can, will we listen?

Jacob was five the first time he saw them, the two strange women in Grandma Rachel's kitchen. They appeared suddenly, from thin air.

It was summer and scorching hot, but the two women wore old-fashioned heavy winter dresses. They spoke with an accent like Grandma, from a land far away.

They had stories to tell. Nice stories that Jacob loved hearing, and awful, painful stories that made him cover his ears.

Now, years have passed and Grandma Rachel is dying. Will Jacob finally be able to listen to what the ghosts have to tell him before it's too late?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 8, 2022
ISBN9789657795378
Grandma Rachel's Ghosts

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    Grandma Rachel's Ghosts - Jonathan Dunsky

    Grandma Rachel’s Ghosts

    GRANDMA RACHEL’S GHOSTS

    A JEWISH FANTASY STORY

    JONATHAN DUNSKY

    CONTENTS

    1. Now

    2. Then

    3. Now

    4. Then

    5. Now

    6. Then

    7. Now

    8. Then

    9. Now

    10. Then

    11. Now

    12. Then

    13. Now

    14. Then

    15. Now

    About the Author

    For Grandma Rachel. Thank you for the rugelach, and for everything else

    1

    NOW

    Mother is waiting in the hall, and I can see she has been crying. She sees me approach and rises from the plastic chair by the door. She's acting crazy again, Mother says. Shouting about Esther and Tova and Yitzhak. Saying dreadful things. Telling me I'm blind.

    The lines around her eyes are more pronounced, as if being in this home of the elderly is aging her.

    What am I going to do about her? she asks.

    I take her hands, the hands that have bathed me, changed me, dressed me, gave me food and warmth and education. These hands are now smaller than mine. My palms easily engulf hers.

    It will be all right, I say, and the lie flows so easily that I'm scared by it.

    "She's been asking

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