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Nobody Will Tell You This But Me by Bess Kalb
I could tell this girl she’d marry the love of her life in a year. She’d leave the tenement in Brooklyn and see Cairo and Tuscany and China and Switzerland and Greese and Gaza and Paris- Paris more times than she could count. She’d visit her mother’s village in Belarus (the part of Russia), the village her mother fled when she was thirteen years old, and that night she’d order a Kir Royale at the hotel bar. She’d have two worshipful sons and one daughter.