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  "You have something else to say, dont you?"

  How does she know?

  I stand up and say, "Im not Jewish. "

  I cant look at her. If I do, I might see shes upset because a non-Jewish girl is her granddaughter. I dont know how Israelis feel about non-Jews. For some reason I dont want to know if she resents me. Cause I like Safta. A lot.

  "Look at me, my sweet Amy. "

  Me? Sweet? I raise my eyes and look straight at her.

  Shes smiling, the wrinkles around her eyes making deep creases as she takes my hand in hers, the one still holding the necklace with the small Jewish star pendant.

  "Being Jewish is more in your heart than in your mind. For some, being Jewish is strictly following the laws and customs of our ancestors. For others, its being part of a community. Religion is very personal. It will always be there for you if you want or need it. You can choose to embrace it or decide your life doesnt need it. Nobody can force religion on you or its not real. "

  Looking down at the necklace in my hand, I say, "Can I keep it? Just for a little while. Ill give it back, I promise. "

  She pats the top of my head. "I used to wonder why my son stayed away from Israel for so long, but I see the way he looks at you. He wants to protect you, keep you from hurt or harm while trying to respect that inner fire you possess. It is genuine and pure. Take the necklace," she says, then hesitates before adding, "for as long as you want it. "

  Staring at this woman, who has eyes that mirror mine and who says words that turn my world upside down, disturbs my inner being. I clutch the necklace in my hand. Then I turn around and head for the refrigerator, looking for some water. Even though its right in front of my face as I open the door, my limbs feel paralyzed.

  I close the fridge and turn to Safta as I walk toward the door.

  "I think Ill take a walk," I say.

  I take one more look at the necklace before gently placing it in my back pocket.

  I find myself walking toward the sheep. When I get close to the pens, the

  Ferragamo-stealing mutt bounds toward me. Its filthy tail is wagging furiously, fanning his behind. Remembering my toes filled with snake-guts, I walk right past the dog and ignore its pathetic attempts at making up with me.

  "Arg!"

  I look down at the thing. "Arg, yourself. Wheres my sandal?"

  "Arg!" Wag. "Arg!" Wag.

  He trots off toward a hilly area beyond the pens and I think of how lucky that dog is to be free to do as he pleases. Even steal other peoples shoes without repercussions.

  I walk farther into the pens, the sound of baying sheep and electric razors leading me in the right direction. Spotting Ron, I head toward him. I convince myself that as long as I just hang out here, theres no reason Ron will think Im incompetent and regret Im his daughter.

  "Amy, honey, over here!"

  My eyes wander to the direction of Rons voice. Hes never called me honey before and it kind of startles me. What does that mean, anyway? Honey. Its sweet, but its also sticky and doesnt come off your hands easily. Annoy-ingly sweet. Is that me? Not on your life.

  Hes leaning down, and his knees are locking a sheep down while hes shearing its wooly hair off. The sheep doesnt seem to mind, but I do.

  "Ron, thats inhumane," I say.

  He finishes running the razor through the sheeps fur while the fluff falls beside him. He finally releases the poor, naked animal and looks up at me.

  "You have a better way?" he asks.

  Its then I realize Ron isnt the only one shearing the sheep. Odead is next to Ron,

  Doo-Doo is next to Odead, Uncle Chime is next to Doo-Doo, and Avi is next to my uncle. Theyre all exhausted, I can tell by the way theyre breathing heavily and their shirts are wet with sweat. Not just their armpits and chests, their entire shirts are soaked through.

  And theyre all staring at me. Except Odead. Hes staring at Snotty, across in another pen. Hmmm.

  The razor sounds stop and I feel like the world has, too. I think of something quick to say.

  It comes to me like lightning and I blurt out, "Why dont you just leave the fur on?"

  Duh. It sounds so simple I give a short laugh.

  Chuckles from my right side alert me to my cousin and Ofra. Snottys wearing a tight black shirt and her dark makeup is running down her cheeks while feeding a lamb with a bottle. Hasnt she ever heard of waterproof mascara? Or the term less is more?

  "Theyll be too hot during summer months," Ron explains.

  I sit down on one of the metal railings and watch. There are dogs in the middle of the pens, eating something red and gooey on the ground. My lips curl.

  "What are the dogs eating?" I ask. Maybe I dont want to know, but my curiosity gets the best of me.

  "One of the female sheep had a baby this morning. "

  "Theyre eating a lamb?"

  "No, the placenta. Its very nutritious. "

  I gag. "Eww!" I say.

  I shouldnt have asked. If I hadnt asked, I wouldnt know. GROSS! Baby sheep placenta. Blech! Stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about it.

  But the more I will myself to stop thinking about it the more I cant look away. Kind of like those bloody crime scenes they show on television. You dont want to watch, but cant help it.

  Out of the corner of my eye I see Mutt coming into the enclosure. Hes small enough to go under the metal railings. When he looks at me, I squint at him.

  "Do NOT eat sheep placenta," I tell him.

  He nods at me, as if he understands what I just said. Then he tromps over to the placenta, starts to lick it, takes a part of the gooey, bloody thing in his mouth and tugs at it. I cant look any more.

  If only Jessica were here, we could have a huge laugh at the whole grody situation. But shes not.

  I walk over to where the newborn sheep are. A baby lamb stumbles over to me and I pet it with my hand.

  "Hey sweetheart," I say.

  "Baa," it whines back, which makes me smile.

  I think its the first time Ive smiled since Matan put the flowers in my hair.

  "Dont get too attached, hes going to be killed soon. "

  My heart sinks and my smile fades as quickly as it appeared. I turn to Snotty while I pick up the baby lamb.

  "What?" I say.

  "We have them slaughtered at three months old. That ones a boy so hell be one of the first to go. "

  I look into the eyes of the small, helpless newborn and pull it closer to me protectively.

  Im a carnivore. Although meeting the animal Im going to eat up close and personal makes me sick to my stomach. Hes so cute. How can I even think about the poor guy being slaughtered? Maybe I wont cut out carbs after all.

  Matan comes trotting up the lane with Doda Yucky behind him. Hes naked, as usual. Whats funny is Im getting so used to seeing the kid naked that it doesnt even faze me.

  He comes into the pen and runs around with the lambs. Hes screeching in delight as he runs and tries to catch them.

  After a minute the lambs start running after him. But its not to play, I realize they think his little pee-wee is another baby bottle nipple. Hes laughing and running away from the lambs that are trying to get milk out of his thingy like its a game. Looking around, I notice Doda Yucky is laughing, as well as the rest of the people who have now stopped shearing the sheep.

  I run over to Matan and pick his naked little body up to protect him from the perverted lambs.

  After I carry him back to safety, I say very loudly to anyone who can hear me, "That. Is. Not. Okay. "

  Matan isnt fazed, neither is anyone else. Theyre still laughing. Doda Yucky talks to Uncle Chime before she and Matan trot happily back to the house, thank goodness.

  The razors start up again, all the men except for Ron bending over the poor sheep. He says something to Uncle Chime in Hebrew before coming over to me.

  "I have a job for you," he says.

  CHAPTER 14

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sp; Determination and skill is half of the job. Dumb luck is the other half.

  I follow him to the other end of the enclosure, which is thankfully in the shade.

  "When the sheeps are done being sheared, herd them into this pen. "

  I look over at the skinny, bare-assed animal. Man, they looked so fat, puffy, and large with all that fuzzy hair, its unbelievable how much smaller and vulnerable they look after a shave. I can just sense their self-consciousness as a shiver runs through my bones.

  But Im determined to help. I think. Dont screw this up, Amy. My eyes wander to Snotty, feeding the baby animals with bottles of milk. That looks like fun. Why do I get stuck with herding the bare-assed ones into a pen?

  What if they start getting frisky with me? Worse, what if they start getting frisky with each other? Blech!

  "You able to do it?" Ron asks.

  "Of course," I say with more conviction than I feel. "Piece of cake," I add.

  If I do this, maybe hell be proud of me.

  Uncle Chime lets one of the sheep go and it struggles to its feet. Its a male one, I can tell by the dangling thing in between its legs. And hes staring at me from the corner of the pen.

  "Go on," I say.

  But above the buzzing of the shearing I bet he cant hear me.

  The sheep stares at me with his big, spooky, gray eyes. I wonder if hell charge me. I move a step closer. He doesnt move.

  "Go on," I say a bit louder this time.

  Sincerely hoping nobody is watching me, I take another step toward the animal.

  He backs up.

  "This way, dummy," I say.

  The thing wont listen to me. Damn. I look over at Ron, but thankfully hes not paying attention.

  Its me against the sheep. Did I say the thing looked small and vulnerable after being shaved? I take that back. Before I step toward the menacing four-legged, bare-assed sheep with a dangling thing between its legs, out of the corner of my eye I see another sheep stand up. It heads next to the first one. Now I have two to deal with.

  Avi stands up and heads over to get another fuzzy, fur-filled sheep to shear. As he does, our eyes meet. I still havent forgiven him for the snake-guts incident. Its unbelievable he wont apologize for watching me while I was as naked as the sheep hes shearing. Kind of ironic, isnt it? I plead to him with my eyes, Help me.

  He looks back at me with contempt. Not on your life, Amy. Youre on your own. Jerk. Not that he actually voiced those words, but I know he was thinking it.

  Screw him. I take another step toward the two sheep. Maybe if I channel their psyche theyll do what I want. I open my eyes wide and look at the bigger one intently. Go inside the pen, I urge with my mind. Focus, Amy, I tell myself. I put my fingertips on my temples in order to channel my thoughts to the damn four-legged creature whos looking at me like Im a nutcase.

  I feel a presence standing beside me. Turning abruptly, I almost knock into Avi. The confused expression on his face, with furrowed eyebrows and chocolate irises, tells me he thinks Im a mashed potato (which, just in case you arent familiar with the slang term, means a brainless human being).

  "Yah!" he yells while stomping his foot on the ground. This coming from a guy who thinks Im a mashed potato.

  I turn back to the sheep, who have now just run into the adjacent pen at his command/stomp routine.

  Avis got this arrogant smirk on his face like hes done some massive accomplishment.

  "I bet your boyfriend cant do that," he says.