Jakob On His Deathbed
Yakob was on his death bed, breathing his last. His family had gathered around him. Through half-closed eyes and a barely audible voice he asked, "Mama-you here?"
"Yes, Papa."
"Sammy-you here?"
"Yes, Papa."
"Isadore-you here?"
"Yes, Papa."
"Rosalie-you here?"
"Yes, Papa."
"Rachel-you here?"
"Yes, Papa."
With his face purple with rage, and struggling to his elbows, the old man shouted, "Well, who's watching the store?"
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