Now this, Annie thought, was interesting. “Is your family Jewish?” Annie asked. “With the name Burton....”
Moe sat at the men’s table in the Hotel dining room, happily downing the favorite foods of his childhood, which had been lovingly prepared by Mrs. Horn, the hotel’s aging cook.
Annie and Marjorie walked into the room. Seeing his suitcase still in Marjorie’s hand, Moe jumped up and raced toward them. “I’m so sorry.” He smiled. “I was so excited to be home, I forgot all about it.”
“No big deal,” Marjorie answered. “Gee, it sure smells great in here.”
“Won’t you join us?” Moe asked politely.
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