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The rest of us, we tremble, we hide when we see them passing by. We think, if those are angels, we must be something else altogether, but we can never find a better word for ourselves.
Uncle Chaim raised one eyebrow (an ability I envied him to the point of practicing - futilely - in the bathroom mirrors for hours, until my parents banged on the door, certain I was up to the worst kind of no good.)