I gave Avrumi a look. “You’re not getting this, Chaim told me this and then said, ‘Well, now I’m a lo yutzlach’”
Shani Leiman with Zivia Reischer
“Want potato kugel?”
Chaim grunted and sat down. I supposed that was a yes. I got out a plastic plate and cut a large piece for him, then got out the coleslaw, scooped it onto the plate, and poured a cup of Dr. Pepper.
“At your service,” I said as I slid the plate before Chaim. He grunted. Was that a thank-you? I looked at the chicken defrosting on the counter, then pulled out the chair next to Chaim. Shabbos was coming, but my schnitzel could wait.
“What’s up?” I asked. Chaim shrugged and grunted. Since when was he such a grunter? He took a bite of kugel, I waited a moment then pounced.
“Is it good?”
Got a one-shoulder shrug this time. Give it up, Chana.
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