by Sondra Levenson

Jewish Magic Protected My Sister

It was my father who came up with the scheme to save Margie’s life. My sister had just been diagnosed with cancer, and now our family gathered around a kitchen table, trying to figure out what to do. My sister raked her fingers through her shiny chestnut hair; she couldn’t stop touching it now that she knew it would soon be gone. “I just want to see my kids graduate,” she said, and then blinked hard to stop the tears.

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