Evelyn 6

Mrs Klein turns to Mr, in a snarky tone, "how many times do I have to tell you, be more careful speaking in front of children? It's you got her all upset."
Sarah's Mum jumps in, "it wasn't like that at all, more likely something she ate." Feels my forehead, "come on Evelyn honey, best if you lie down a bit."
Once the grownups depart, Sarah says quietly, "talk about morons. You were perfectly cool with that story right up til the name came. Connects with your dream, doesn't it?"
I groan quietly, "I don't wanna talk about it."
"Fine, but later you do, else you and I aren't friends anymore."
I groan again, "ok, I give up. Last night, I found out what the court case was all about."
"You did??"
"I, or rather the man in the dream, was charged with being the reincarnation of that same Ariel Zilberman."
"What a joke! Only those braindead Hasids believe in that mumbo jumbo! No other Jews do."
"The rabbinical court sentenced me - or rather him - to death. The Supreme Court in Israel overturned this. First, the rabbinical court was exceeding its authority. Second, there is no scientific proof reincarnation even exists. Third, even if it does, there is no positive proof I was indeed that person. Fourth, even if I was that person, there are rules on double jeopardy. You cannot be punished twice for the same crime. Since the original Ariel was killed by Mossad, the crime has already been punished by Israeli authorities."
She laughs quietly, "well you must admit, it fits well with the rest of the dream. Explains why the Rabbi thought people would kill you, yet the cop viewed it as a joke."
"What is your view, Sarah?"
"Obvious, what mastermind criminal finance wizard owns a thousand in the bank? Mossad stole the money, pinned the blame on poor Ariel and he ran for his life, knowing the Haredim would shoot first and ask questions later. Why else would Mossad kill him so quick? Why not torture him for information first?"
"Could be."
More confident tone, "come on Evelyn, let's surf the historical site. Compare Mossad before and after the Big Bang."
Sure enough, they move up in the world. A lot. In fact, a very quantum leap. Easy to see why if you calculate likely investment return off that much capital.
"Hmm," I say, "think of that. All those black ops they found it hard to get financing for before."
"But still," she protests, "what stumps me is the reincarnation thing. How on earth could those stupid Hasids be so backwards?"
"More a group feels left out, more they cling together, less open to hearing majority views."
"Hold on a minute. Them I understand now, but you?? How is it you get that dream??"
"Ah yes, the $64 question."
"Unless of course you're secretly Hasid, never told me."
"Oh act your age."
We both laugh.
"Do you suppose," I start tentatively, "it wasn't just to get money for Mossad? Say the main motivation was to undermine the Haredim, destroy much of that draft dodging abiltity? If so, they had connivance from the very top. Prime Minister, Finance Minister, Defence Minister and anyone else needed to pull it off."
She grins, "let's surf back onto the historical site."
Reading the speeches of the high and mighty of that epoch, it becomes obvious that though the outrage is there, it definitely is not 600 million worth of outrage.
Playing the vid of the Prime Minister's speech makes it more apparent. This worthy is struggling to hold back laughter, all the while sounding "outraged".
Later we rejoin the adults, "Mr Klein", I ask, "could I ask you just one question on your book?"
Wide smile, "sure Evelyn."
"This person in the Caymans, what evidence shows him living either rich or poor?"
"Strangest thing, that is what the Cayman Police found hardest to deal with. How on earth does the owner of 600 million feel it necessary to work fulltime in a used book store and live in a tacky trailer worth $300 at best. But then, you know what they say about Jews and eccentricity."
"No, what do they say?"
Mrs Klein elbows Mr, "oh shuddup will you? She's way too young to hear Freudian stuff like that. Nother few years."
"Sorry Dear."
Mrs Klein smiles sweetly at me, "Evelyn honey, when you grow up, there isn't much choice. Either marry someone who drinks too much or reads too much. Either is a pain. Tell you what, once you grow up, you can have him and I'll go find a drinker."
This sets them all laughing.