Ravages of a Guillotine
RAVAGES OF A GUILLOTINE (Tel Aviv 1957) I. DAHLIA NISSIM’S TRAGEDY That morning I arrived at work just before Rachel. She caught up with me at the foot of the staircase. Grinning, she conceded, “So you won the race, my pet. You must have got up right after you crawled into your bed.” “I don’t need much sleep. And you waited by your ‘phone for my call. I really don’t know why you fret like this.” “You left my flat at 2.00am and were too proud to call a taxi! You had to take the half hour walk home!” “So why not marry me and solve the problem”, I coaxed. “Now, now, Eli – how about our agreement?” “Eh?” I let my surprise show. “You undertook, sole...