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Michael rang the doorbell. "Yeah, but they're so... Israeli." His mcsweeney's aunt opened the door and frowned. She wore a pink robe and a pair of thin wire-framed glasses with narrow lenses, as mcsweeney's if mcsweeney's all she needed to see of the world could fit within those two rectangles. "I told you on the phone to knock, don't ring the bell." "I'm sorry, Aunt Sarah. And I'm sorry the flight came so late. There was a bomb scare in Ruzyne Airport. It's the latest trend in Prague. They're always fake, but..." "Please speak more quietly. You're waking the whole house. And who is Aunt Sarah? Call me Sarah." She closed the top of her cotton robe, perfumed with the fabric softener Michael's mother sent from the States. "You will stay in separate rooms," she went on as she led them upstairs.
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