My grandmother, Mazal, has skin like green almonds. The down on her cheeks is fine, almost imperceptible, and the hair on her head is like dandelion fluff. Her body, though, is solid, and her red hands have ten ridged seashells of fingernails. She pressed her hands over mine on the table, then released, and we sat quietly in the midday sun. On the
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