Rivkala tottered into a lawyer's office.
“I want a divorce.”
“A divorce?” asked the shocked lawyer.
“You hoid me, sonny! A divorce.”
“Mrs. Baumgarten ... how old are you?”
“Ninety – just.”
“And your husband?”
“Irving? Ninety-two – next month.”
“Well ... how long have you been married?” he asked in disbelief.
“Tomorrow, 70 years."
“Seventy years?! Why a divorce now?”
“Sonny,” said Rivka ... “enough is enough!”
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