Night Flower: Chapter 16, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
The children fidgeted excitedly near the counter. It was no wonder; when was the last time they had seen their mother take out the mixer? Eight eggs,...
Night Flower: Chapter 7 Part I
By Esther Rapaport
“What? You want a strange girl to move in with her? Really, Yoel!”
“Why not, Ima?”
Mother and son happened to be attending the same wedding in Bnei Brak....
Night Flower: Chapter 12, Part II
By Esther Rapaport
Be happy? Chaiky took the tray with the little bowls of salads and dips and walked to the table. She looked at her children. Dovi was sitting...
Night Flower: Chapter 12, Part III
By Esther Rapaport
When Vasiliy Antonovich, a writer for the Segodniya newspaper, was assigned to write an exposé about the life of one of the oligarchs of Saint Petersburg, he...
Night Flower: Chapter 8, Part II
He didn’t know how much was being paid for him to get this room and the privilege of being alone. He just knew that without the room, there would...
Night Flower: Chapter 13, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
“You didn’t finish your compote, Rachel,” Elsie said.
Rachel wrinkled her nose. “Compote is such a hospital word,” she said. “In the dorm we don’t usually have dessert...
Night Flower: Chapter 13, Part II
By Esther Rapaport
They had given Dovi a painkiller, but the trauma, confusion, and fear, along with the strange place, didn’t let him fall asleep. Chaiky sat on the blue...
Night Flower: Chapter 11, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
“Hey, there’s someone new!” Rachel said in surprise and hurried over to the baby’s crib. She put down her large bag on the floor, skirted the intravenous...
Night Flower, Chapter 11, Part III
By Esther Rapaport
Chaiky sat down near the bags that she had just put on the floor of the kitchen and wondered tiredly if she’d really intended to cook all...
Night Flower: Chapter 12, Part I
By Esther Rapaport
Chaiky’s father-in-law finished singing Shalom Aleichem, made Kiddush, and poured wine into the small cups.
“Nu, uh!” her mother-in-law said as she passed the cups.
“Yisrael and Yaakov!” she...
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