Gedalya shrugs and closes his Gemara. “I thought that was another joke from your never-ending comedy routine”
“Calm down. I know this is your first time, but we’ve done this procedure hundreds of times!” Dudi chirps in a mock-feminine voice.
“I’m perfectly calm, nurse,” he says in a deeper voice, now playing the part of the patient.
“Oh, but I wasn’t talking to you,” he chirps in the nurse’s voice. “I was talking to the surgeon.”
“Hahaha!” Tovi loves it.
Gedalya shifts uncomfortably in his aisle seat. Maybe he shouldn’t have changed seats with Dudi. He wishes he were in the middle seat, a barrier between Tovi and his brother.
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