Chapter 51“I'm sorry, Mr. G. That must have been hard for you.”
I didn't answer for a moment. “Yes, it was,” I managed to croak.
“Both of us have had it tough, huh?”
“You could say that. You could say that.”
I didn't want a big funeral. I'd purchased two plots in the Pardes Shalom cemetery at the top end of Dufferin Street through the Lebovitcher Society. I gave them a small donation each year. A small group gathered at the chapel; our family, some of the neighbours, a few of my co-workers from Midtown Motors, a number of the long-term tenants who'd come to know me and Simmy and our families over the years and Esther's long term customers, many of whom were heartbroken at the news. It was a long, sad ride out of the city to the cemetery.
Two o'clock in the afternoon of May 21st, Victo
