06-28-2022, 11:27 AM
Anita tapped Menachem’s shoulder even though he was right there and already paying attention, smiling slowly.
“Get a load of this.”
She cleared her throat, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted:
“HEY, JOHN! GET OVER HERE!”
The sound carried, and carried, and carried, even over the loud dancing and conversation. There had to be someone named John and gullible.
“Get a load of this.”
She cleared her throat, cupped her hands around her mouth, and shouted:
“HEY, JOHN! GET OVER HERE!”
The sound carried, and carried, and carried, even over the loud dancing and conversation. There had to be someone named John and gullible.
