what a marvel.  what a marvel.
dora!
you can't imagine what just happened. i was coming back on the lublin road when the wheel came off the cart thank heavens it was the way back and i'd already sold the geese!
fifteen groshen, but that's not the story. i was struggling to set the cart upright when a droshky approaches from the direction of lvov. how lucky, you think, that someone is out this late.
but that's the least of it! he stops to help me; we talk of this, we talk of that-it turns out this is someone you know! traitle groshkover!
what?
why do you say such a thing! i saw the man! i talked to him!
for some soup, to warm himself. the wind moans. he helped me, dora!
reb groshkover! you are welcome here! reverse on reb groshkover: a short, merry-looking fellow with a bifurcated beard and a silk hat and spectacles. he gives a little squeal of delight.
yes! a ray of sun, a ray of sun! sit!
i assure you, reb groshkover, it's nothing personal; she heard a story you had died, three years ago, at pesel bunim's house. this is why she think you are a dybbuk; i, of course, do not believe in such things. i am a rational man.
woman, what have you done?
dora! woe, woe! how can such a thing be!
dear wife. we are ruined. tomorrow they will discover the body. all is lost.
culcha clash. he bangs his two knuckles together, illustrating. . culcha clash. he faces larry in the driveway. larry's car is half-loaded with open boxes that are haphazardly stuffed with clothing and effects. larry is leaning against the hood, arms folded, gazing at the man, unimpressed. a long beat. finally he bestirs himself.
jesus christ.  .
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you understand the dead cat?
larry. how are you, my friend. larry picks idly at the envelope.
well, i don't know. these things aren't, you know.  .
honey.
i'll get judith.
 been hunting?
yeah? judith did you go to sieglestein schlutz? no, i-not yet.
nothing. she closes the door behind her.
i don't know. maybe not.
dick dutton.
first i should tell you, then i shouldn't.
uh-huh.
arthur! he opens the creaking gate and scurries over to arthur. . you've got to pull yourself together! arthur is suddenly angry. his voice bounces off the concrete: