Abe Morgenstern

Well, well, well, here's Mama Bloom's brood. The after supper. What you want, Jetta?

You know what I want. How do I know what you want? You want so many things. Yeah, but you know what I want now. You want to leave the dishes? Yeah, let's leave them. They'll be leaving.

You know mine, I think. Then, bottle happens. They'll devourse themselves. Oh, my. Look, if we vash them now, they're done. Then we can dress up and be ladies and have a good time for the rest of the evening.

But if we leave them, then all evening, we got to keep thinking, do you think you school-adointed dishes? And in the end, we gotta vash them anyhow. All right, you will, Ma. Come on, let's wash them.

I'll vash and you'll rise. But right, right, don't be like your sister. You know to watch that girl vibe dishes you think the dish towels cost $10,000 a piece. She holds the plate in one hand and waves the towel at it like she was waving goodbye to somebody who was going away on a boat. I do better don't I? A little

better. But if I was opening a college for dish fibers you still couldn't be a professor. Oh no you did it. You told me a cup ma. A cup has got as much right to leave as anything else. But, Dematha, you matted all the cuts.

Well, I didn't do it on purpose, did I? Does that make the cup all in one piece again? It just sort of dumps out of my hand, Mom. That's funny. That's the first wild cup we had in this house.