Dear Sam Nemirovsky: I'm hearing your messages. It's like the Israeli said, : Life Goes On [or God doesn't exist]. The entry in parentheses is my own.

Dear Sam:

I've heard you died.  I heard two rumors about your death and three witnesses. I didn't interrogate them. Two were from people we both knew.  One was a second-hand rumor my wife told me.  Leave her out of this Sam.

Fiction by John Rubens