Chapter 359

"Do you have the ring?" The voice compelled me to answer.

Jeez. Not my friendly neighborhood Rasha torturer again.

I wanted to whip the ring out, wave it in front of him and do the moonwalk in victory, but that would be childish and give them valuable intel about the ring's current whereabouts. I started singing "Let It Go" loudly and phonetically. Suck on that.

My lack of answers - or my singing - displeased them because the next Rasha brought out the big guns, uprooted a small ice floe with a loud groan and hurled it at me.

I held up a hand; the ice floe hung in mid-air for a second. Then I twirled my finger. The floe spun and walloped all the Rasha into the icy water.

They came up sputtering.

"Give Rabbi Mandelbaum a message for me." I shot them the finger. A puffy glove finger but they got the gist.

Nava, out.

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The boarding school was bursting with activity.