The troublesome two faced each other, fists clenched — but were distracted by Jolly Solly’s voice nearby
It was Fishel and Faivish who found out. They were walking past the clown’s house a little later, arguing about their math homework.
“I’ve got harder equations than you,” said Fishel.
“No way! Mine are the hardest in the world!” retorted Faivish.
“Mine are the hardest equations in the universe!”
“Mine are the hardest in the galaxy and outer space!”
“Think you’re smart, huh?”
“Yeah, ’cuz I am!”
The troublesome two faced each other, fists clenched — but were distracted by Jolly Solly’s voice nearby, talking on the phone.
“So, you want her to come to the hospital tonight?” he was saying. “Give me the ward details, please, and I’ll make arrangements for my mother to come in.”
Fishel and Faivish stared at each other in shock. Jolly Solly’s mother going to the hospital? Oh, no! Whatever was the matter? Everybody liked the kind, generous old lady, even Mr. Krankowitz.
