Grinning, he grabbed his fisherman’s cap and coat. I love you, he whispered quietly. Ikh hob dikh lib. He kissed Evie’s head. She rustled in her sleep, turning away. Fine. I see how it is. I just wasted my best Yiddish on you, Sam joked to himself.
Libba Bray
Grinning, he grabbed his fisherman’s cap and coat. I love you, he whispered quietly. Ikh hob dikh lib. He kissed Evie’s head. She rustled in her sleep, turning away. Fine. I see how it is. I just wasted my best Yiddish on you, Sam joked to himself.