The boys trudged back to their grandmother’s apartment dejectedly. They were greeted by an annoyed-looking Mrs. Friedman. “Fishel and Faivish! Where on earth have you been?”
F ishel and Faivish wore long faces and felt utterly miserable. They couldn’t believe that the two weeks in Miami had flown by so fast and it was time to go home. Their mother had sent them to their room to get started on the packing.
“This is dreadful” moaned Fishel.
“Devastating” groaned Faivish
“Dire ” wailed Fishel.
“Disastrous ” mourned Faivish.
“Maybe we should run and hide somewhere ” Fishel muttered. “So we miss our flight.”
“Daddy would hit the roof ” pointed out Faivish practically.
While soft-hearted Mrs. Friedman could usually be relied upon to see their side of things Mr. Friedman was a different story.
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