The little boy beamed a toothy grin.
"What made it so good?"
He thought. "You didn't tell me there was gonna be a Grandpa!"
The woman who'd raised the boy patted a spot to sit beside on the cushioned bench. "I see. Yes, it's a family, so even though I didn't know, it makes sense that there is a Grandpa."
Some sun screening behind the bench rattled raspily and a voice bellowed, There. Tel Aviv is open for business.
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