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“George the Greek came swarming out from behind his stall as Yashim stood picking over the remains of a basket of salad leaves. The sight seemed to drive him into a frenzy.

Yashim tried to think. If Palewski came to dinner, as promised, he’d want something reasonably substantial. Soup, then, and manti – the manti woman would have some left, he was sure. He could make a sauce with olives and peppers from the jar. Garlic he had.