Abe had been sulky all through the ride to Coney Island.
Yes he loved and respected Bubbe. Hadn’t he agreed to give up an afternoon of surfing in the Atlantic’s frigid invigorating waters to meet a girl in whom he had to tell the truth very little interest just because she’d asked him to? But this was too much!
Always a natty dresser Abe had appeared in the spacious parlor of the Levine home looking snappy in his pinstripe gray suit an expertly folded silk handkerchief peeking out from his pocket. His light-gray fedora sat on his head at a perfect angle and his black-and-white two-tone shoes gleamed.
Before he left he knew he was expected to appear before Bubbe and get her final approval. He was surprised to find her not in the usual flowered-print housedress that she wore for lounging on lazy Sunday mornings but in a crisp blue suit and apricot blouse. A matching apricot-and-white hat perched jauntily on her head.
