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“Why don’t you read the way you used to when you were home?” I asked.
“I can’t look at a book. My head stopped with my troubles. Ach! How can you people know what it is to be miserable as I am.”
The proud grand lady crumpled before my eyes into nothing but an East Side yenteh, with a broken heart.
So this is what it was to be the wife of a cloaks-and-suits millionaire!
“You hard heart!” Fania threw up her hands at me. “Come, Bessie. Let’s leave her to her mad education. She’s worse than Father with his Holy Torah.”