José was an old man. His head was bald and his skin was wrinkled and tanned from decades of sun. He shuffled along slowly, his back was bent, forcing him to look down, never straight ahead. His clothes were made of the best quality materials and were well-tailored;...

Faigel rarely laughed. She envied those who did. Why were large people like Santa and Winnie the Pooh always portrayed as being jolly? And her, skinny as a rail all her life was never jolly. She didn't suspect, but at lunch today she would be jolly and she would...