VII

Police sirens, low lights, the sound of car horns, and the drizzling rain that adorns the fall of New York in the afternoon accompany me sitting in the cafe.

Enjoying coffee in the evening with Elena, my only cousin who is sane and has absolutely no fear of anything. She might look like Gal from the outside. But some people will consider Elena more than Gal. She was the embodiment of rebellion and savagery, and I still don't understand why she didn't fall for the many threats from our grandparents.

"I didn't expect that such a man would become your future brother-in-law." Elena made a sound between chewing the lasagna which she once called 'the worst lasagna in New York'.

"Why?" I tilted my head and caught my eye from the two jeeps parked in front of the cafe, and then to the two burly men in boomer jackets sitting not far from us. A quick glance let me know that they were my father's people.

"He is the dirtiest man, with a bad reputation." Her eyes rolled up, thinking of something. "