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"-but that was some hours ago and I would like to experience waffles; both
Hazel and Maureen speak well of them. Thank you; I accept."
"You didn't invite me!"
"But, Teena my prospective child bride, if you do as you threaten to, my
table will be yours; to invite you to share it would be a tautologically
redundant plethora of excess surplusage, repetitious and almost insulting. Did
Maureen say how waffles should be served? With drawn butter and maple syrup and
plenty of crisp bacon... accompanied by fruit juice and coffee. The juice should
be ice-cold; the rest should be hot."
"Three minutes, lover boy."
I was about to answer when that insubstantial wall again opened and Rabbi
Ezra walked in. Walked in. He was using
crutch canes but he was on two legs.
He grinned at me and waved a crutch cane. "Dr. Ames!
Good to see you awake!"
"Good to see you, Reb Ezra. Mistress Teena, please make
that order three of everything."
"I already did. And lox and bagels and strawberry jam."
It was a jolly meal despite all the questions on my mind. The food was
grand and I was hungry; Minerva and Ezra- and Teena-were good company. I was
chasing syrup with the last bite of my first waffle before I said, "Reb Ezra,
have you seen Hazel this morning? My wife. I had expected her to be
here."
He seemed to hesitate; Teena answered, "She'll be here later,
Dickie
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