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When he opened his mouth, sand fell from his lips as though they were crumbling. With hands of sand he scattered more gums and salt on the fire. 36 THE TWO STONES By now he had taken the Two Stones out of the pouch. He had had them from Abraham, his father, and Abraham from his father and father’s fathers before him. They were six-sided stones. They had signs scratched into them. One stone was black for the night. It looked slippery and dangerous in my father’s hand. It caught the firelight darkly.
She had a squint in one eye and gobbled her words. If she had chosen to tell the whole city of my father’s lie, they would have had no idea what she was saying. It was because he had lied to them that my father came to dislike the people of Gerar so much even though they had saved us from starving. He could not look into their faces without being reminded of his cowardice. A brave man would not have pretended his wife was not his wife. He would not have shrugged and smiled at them the way Laughter did when he saw them eyeing my mother as she followed him down the street rattling with bracelets and trinkets.
For dinner Rebekah had sent me off with a pot of red beans which she had boiled up thick with mutton fat and 23 The SON of LAUGHTER sesame. I had a fire going and was warming them over it when suddenly I found Esau looming over me. He had a black goatskin thrown over his shoulders. His game bag hung empty from his girdle. I was squatting on my heels by the fire. He was looking down at me with his brow furrowed. “I’ll give you anything you want for that,” he said. He pointed at the beans. “That lovely, mushy stuff,” he said.