A heavy silence hung over the room. The candles flickered slowly. Shadows lengthened on the the walls. Ruth was thinking of her Mendel, whose last letter from Tomaszov had spoken of illness. Her sister Esther was mending socks. As for Raphael, his eyes were fixed on Hayim. He knew his brother was about to say something serious, he even knew what he was about to say, for Hayim had confided in him the night before.
Hayim walked over to the candles, played with them absently. Raphael encouraged him with his eyes: Go ahead, Hayim, tell them, tell us what's on your mind. It's now or never. In response to his younger brother's insistent gaze, Hayim turned to face his family.
[Twilight, Wiesel, E.]
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