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probably realizing that as far as she knew, Shlomo had no son
named Jeffrey, and neither did Harry. Jeff breathed in sharply.
Time to talk about the impossible.
"I'm not really Louie's grandson," he said slowly.
In another time and place -- in fact, in most times and
places, including this one -- such an admission would have been
cause for alarm for Sarah. But her powerful intuition told her
this was not a stranger to be feared -- not a stranger at all.
"You're much closer to me than Louie's grandchildren,"
Sarah finally said. Her eyes looked loving, not challenging, to
Jeff.
"You've travelled very far in your lifetime, Sarah," Jeff
said softly. "Do think it might be possible to travel across
years, across time, just like you've travelled across great
distances?"
Sarah chuckled. "You mean like angels? Or maybe like the
_meshugenas_ on the Twilight Zone?" She pronounced the "w" like
a "v," so the show sounded like "Tvilight Zone."
Jeff couldn't help laughing. He would have sworn that the
only TV this woman would have ever watched other than the news
was the Lawrence Welk Show. "Yes, something like that." Jeff
felt much better after laughing. He put his teacup down.
"Sarah, I'm going to tell you something now. You're a very
intelligent women, and what I'm going to tell you will seem
totally crazy to you. But please hear me out. It will take
just a minute. And then I'm going to ask you to do a very
important favor for me. You don't have to agree now, but please
promise me that you'll think about it."
"It's about what Hitler did in Europe?" she asked with a
cry in her voice. Her hand shook, and she spilled some of her
tea, though the cup was only half full. Jeff suddenly felt very
guilty. His great-great-grandmother looked so much younger than
he had pictured her, seen her in her pictures, that she had
seemed at first not so old to him. Now she looked every one
one of her sixty years, and Jeff felt terrible that he was
stirring up these demons about the holocaust and who knows what
else. But he had to finish what he had started here.
"No, it's not about Hitler." He paused. "I'm your
great-great-grandson, Jeffrey Harris."
A small shriek came from Sarah, and the blood left her
cheeks. "Sarah, please." Jeff took her hand. "I have to leave
now. But I need you to do something for me that is very very
important -- my life may depend upon it. In 25 years, you'll
get to know my grandfather, when he was just a little boy and
you'll be much older." Jeff realized there were tears in his
eyes. "And you'll be a wonderful grandma to him, believe me.
But I want you to promise that you'll tell him -- your little
grandson -- about this meeting. I'm not asking you to believe
me now. You can tell your grandson that you had this meeting
with a crazy man who claimed to be your great-great-grandson