Mrs. Scherz is from my childhood. She is now re-married to Mr. Schwartz. They are in their 70s and have the New York Jewish thing going in a big way.
This takes place at my mother’s funeral. At the cemetery. It is silent. Mrs. Scherz is shoveling the dirt and quite vigorously when Mr. Schwartz calls out:
“Irma! You don’t have to do the whole thing by yourself.”
The words, the accent, the delivery; it was a perfect moment in the midst of a most dreadful day.
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