The Knapsack

Chapter Twenty-Two

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I started crying because I didn’t want him to go down there.

“Everybody was sad, but it was his time.”

She touched the stone. She touched the rifle and read the inscription below:

THE LITTLEST PARTISAN

They made a movie about that. But Mamie wasn’t in it.

“No. But her Anty, your great aunt, was though they changed the name. She lives still in Israel and you might meet her someday.”

Is she nice?”

“Very nice. And she’d be very very pleased to see you and hug you and kiss you and cook for you.”

But she’s old.


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I started crying because I didn’t want him to go down there.

“Everybody was sad, but it was his time.”

She touched the stone. She touched the rifle and read the inscription below:


THE LITTLEST PARTISAN


They made a movie about that. But Mamie wasn’t in it.

“No. But her Anty, your great aunt, was though they changed the name. She lives still in Israel and you might meet her someday.”

Is she nice?”

“Very nice. And she’d be very very pleased to see you and hug you and kiss you and cook for you.”

But she’s old.