The former call girl was now being tutored in some basic classes by a local member of the Remnant, a retired teacher Rivka had hired.“Doing okay?” Rivka asked as she stood in the doorway.Meifeng’s face was full of life, and she had color in her checks now that her body was no longer laced with drugs from Chow, her former pimp. She brightened, looked up from her book, and smiled. “Doing swell, Miss Riv.”“Fine,” Rivka said. “I’m stopping by the market. Be back in a jiffy.” After Rivka left her apartment, she took a meandering route through several alleys and backstreets and cut through the lobbies of two hotels. She never took the same route on her short travels to the little corner market. Just a matter of habit from her years as a former Israeli spy.The little grocery had a good supply of fresh fruits, vegetables, and fish. She was looking over a tray of celery, noodles, and watercress when she heard a familiar voice. And when she did, she momentarily forgot the rest of the items on her shopping list.“So, are you inviting me to dinner?”She turned to face Ethan March.
