“Why is this night different from all other nights?” the child asks. The golden twilight feels heavier than usual. Father ties up his sandals hurriedly, and mother paces looking out the front window. Dustier by the minute, neighbors and friends suddenly stir up the narrow streets with suspense. Bleating little lambs, anxious shouts across the houses, serious murmurs swirl along this evening breeze. The child listens for the answer to his question; he knows something is coming, but cannot understand.