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Heel of the Bread“I'm dying, too,” said Tummler.
We gathered on the patio about six weeks after Yudel's death. Fern, of course, appeared, but Jerry could not come. He had to mind the store, even though they had hired a neighborhood kid to help out. My grandmother prepared a full meal when she heard my father was bringing his hibachi and coals. Aunt Georgia and my mother helped my grandmother while Muriel sat outside, pretending to laze on a beach. My grandfather did what he did inside the house: listened.
Unkle Traktor tried to teach me how to pronounce Dostoevsky and Chernyshevsky. I had trouble saying them correctly but realized there might be benefits to intentional or unintentional mistakes. Officials at Ellis Island had trimmed the polysyllabic names of my grandmothers upon thei
