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teachers. He was grinning ear to ear. “I knew she’d be great.”
Piazza shook his head ruefully. “So much for following the script.”
But Rebecca was now returning to the planned program. She was still frowning, but the expression was now severe instead of thoughtful.
“We are starting to develop a problem with sanitation.” Frown, frown. “Some of the newer members of our community are growing lax about it. We cannot have that! You all know that plague comes with the springtime, which is not so many months away. Later tonight, Dr. Abrabanel is going to come on the air and explain—again—why personal and public sanitation is so essential for warding off disease.”
Ferrara was frowning, now. “I don’t understand this,” he muttered. “Why is Balthazar doing that segment? I’d think James or Doc Adams would—”
Mike interrupted, shaking his head. “No. You’ve got to remember, Greg, that the Germans are still skeptical about all of this weird stuff about germs. But the one thing they know for sure is that Jewish doctors are the best. That’s why all the kings and high nobility have them. If Balthazar says it’s true, they’ll believe it.”
Mike smiled at the expression on Ferrara’s face. “Nobody ever said prejudice made any sense, Greg. Even when it’s standing on its head.”
Again, the television instructor was waving everyone silent. This time, the crowd obeyed. Rebecca, after translating the medical announcement into German, broke into her first smile since starting the program.
“But it is time we should enjoy ourselves. I will be returning with news announcements later, but for now