Yakov's Deathbed
Yakov was on his death bed, breathing his last. His family had
gathered around him. Through half-closed eyes and a barely audible
voice he asked, Mama--you here?
"Yes, Papa."
"Sammy--you here?"
"Yes, Papa."
"Isadore--you here?"
"Yes, Papa."
"Rosalie--you here?
"Yes, Papa."
"Rachel--you here?"
"Yes, Papa."
With his face purple with rage, and struggling to his elbows, the old
man shouted,
"Well, who's watching the store?"