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Show 12*6 "What is it?" Tip exclaimed. "I think this is the reason your mother told you to keep her furs," I said. "Open it." She did not open the envelope immediately. She stared at it and turned it over and over, like Caribou did with Josephine's picture. Then she slowly broke the seal. Inside was a packet of one-hundred dollar bills. And a smaller envelope addressed to Rabbi and Mrs. Jotham Timothy in Chicago, Illinois. "Who are these people?" Tip asked, self-consciously. "Your grandparents, I would think," Caribou said. "Your Grandmother Tzipporah," I added. "What's this"-she hesitated-"what's this Rabbi? Am I Jewish? " "If you have the blood of Israel flowing in your veins," Caribou said, "it's nice to know. Don't you think?" Tip did not answer. She clutched the envelope to her heart, and with white furs dragging, climbed up into her bunk. And pulled the curtain. Perhaps it was then I got the gold fever. Perhaps it was because Tip had her grandparents and Caribou had his Josephine. And I had only a dump of gold. I don't know the reason. |