November 1, 2007
The Pearl Fellow
(Page 2 - Previous Page)"Do you think," he finally turned to me, "Israel really wants peace with Syria?"
It wasn't rhetorical, it was a question. The solid certainty that both of us had of the other had somehow worn away. It was a small moment, and a very big one. Somehow a question, a doubt, had entered Ramy's mind, and it would begin to irritate him, and it would take shape, and one day, I have to believe, it would yield something beautiful, like a pearl.
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