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A bunch of aunts and uncles were at the house. My father went out for capa'zel. Everyone was excited, but no one would say. My father went out and came back a half hour later with something wrapped in white butcher's paper, grease stained. The kids gathered around. He placed the bundle in the center of the table. He untied the white string and unfolded the paper. None of the kids knew what it was but the way the uncles grinned and the aunts watched we knew it was something special. | |||||||||
I had no idea. I was kneeling on the table when the last piece of paper came off, and there surrounded by thick smudges of grease was the whole head of a goat. The whole thing. | ||||||||||
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