The man with the tray was looking dejected. “Tell you what,” he said. “Two bags of sugared dates for the price of one, how about it? And that’s cutting my own hand off.” The woman glanced at the tray. “Ere, there’s flies all over everything!” she said. “Currants, madam.” “Why’d they just fly away, then?” the woman demanded. The man looked down. Then he looked back up into her face. “A miracle!” he said, waving his hands dramatically. “The time of miracles is at hand!”
