studied the passing ads for businesses bearing Arabic, Hebrew, and English lettering, depending on the neighborhood. She noted with satisfaction that she could understand them all. She’d worked hard to master Hebrew as well as English, along with her mother tongue, and in the hospital had even learned some basic Yiddish. The British, Youssef, her mother, her career—they all spun around in her head. And yet again, she had that one thought she didn’t want to have but couldn’t stop: David.
