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Bosch saw a tremor in his hand as he held the match. Whassup? Bosch knew he had to do what he had to do before any sympathy could crack through his anger. He had allowed his own son to go over to the Greeks and had permitted him to stand naked in the sunlight like a young pagan who knew not YHW`H. She went on.