Bertie and Marx sat in Cantor's, both eating bowls of kreplach.
"Your grandmother and I ate here together once," Marx said. "We both ordered this. I was amazed. For a moment, I thought she might really start to like me…then I opened my mouth."
Bertie spit out his bite with laughter. "I'm sorry. I really am," he said as he tried to suppress a laugh. "I just really miss her. She not the same person anymore."
"I know, Bertie. It must be tough," Marx said, bumping his chest with his hand.
"What w...
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