“If we were at a restaurant, another dessert would be an additional ten dollars. But at home it’s still from the same $4.99 pint”
“What’s this?”
Laibel fingered the pink slip of paper.
“What does it look like? A lottery ticket,” Zeidy said, reaching high to pinch his grandson’s cheek. “I follow the news. You kids are drowning in student debt, I figured this was the only way you’d make it out alive.”
Laibel chuckled, put the ticket back in the card, and passed it to Shira. “Zeidy’s graduation gift.”
Shira attempted a laugh, but it didn’t sound natural like her husband’s. “Thank you for coming, Zeidy, it means a lot to us,” she said graciously.
The old man looked up at his granddaughter-in-law. “It’s not every day my progeny graduates from NYU with an MBA. I’d feel important, but I don’t want to know how much your fancy piece of paper cost.”
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