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Sitting Twenty-Seven
Karin caught wind of it and told her editor about the planned rally. He didn’t respond—just sprouted a tiny smile.
She was not comforted. She didn’t know what to do. She wanted to press her editor to gain more involvement from him, but it seemed he was more cynical than she was—and she knew that her negativity was beyond salvation.
So Karin decided to go see the boys. She sat down and shared a hamburger with them, asking a few idle questions. When she felt relaxed enough to broach the subject, she inquired, “What are you guys gonna do?”
“About what?” asked Pal.
Karin was perturbed. She was fully aware that they knew much more than they let on. “Do you really think this can go on?” she challenged.
Iz responded. “You mean us staying here in the desert?” He had that pesky little smile on his face, warning of his cunning.
“Yes,” said Karin in exasperation.
Pal spoke up. “We’ve talked about it.” He glanced over at Iz, carefully.
Karin leaned forward. “Well, I figured you had. I mean, you must be aware that people will not allow you to continue to do this.”
Iz objected. “Not allow us?”
Karin tossed her hamburger to the side. “Yes, Iz. To most people this is just foolishness. You know—silliness? Boys at play?”
Iz stood, throwing his hamburger on the ground. “I see,” he began. “We’re silly. They have fought wars for thousands of years and we’re silly. They hate each other, and we’re silly. They blow up buses—and we’re silly. They try to keep us apart from each other, and we’re silly. They kill over oil and little tiny pieces of desert—and we’re silly.”
Pal leaped to his feet. “I don’t think we’re silly, lady. We may not have a plan, but who does? Are you trying to tell me that the Israelis or the Palestinians or even Americans have some sort of plan? Haven’t they just all run away, and found their own space to pout? Just like us—they’re over there in a corner, playing, hoping everything works out. How, tell me, are they any different from us? We’re just boys. We do boy things. Okay—we do them in a boy way. But they’re supposed to be men, and some of them women. You want us to take the blame for their stupid.”
Iz interrupted. “Yeah, lady newspaper. How are they different from us?”
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