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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Now, now, ma; no April showers!" "An old woman that can't even be happy with a good daughter like Ruby, but hangs always on her son like a stone around his neck!" "You mean like a diamond." "A stone, holding him down." "Ma!" Mr. Lipkind pushed back, napkin awry at his throat and his eyes snapping points of light. "Now if you want to spoil my breakfast, just say so and I I'll quit.
And yet, when Miss Bloom smiled, which upon occasion she did spontaneously enough to show a gold molar, there were not only Hypatia and Portia in the straight line of her lips, but lurked in the little tip-tilt at the corners a quirk from Psyche, who loved and was so loved, and in the dimple in her chin a manhole, as it were, for Mr. Samuel Lipkind.
Lipkind, in a fuzzy gray wrapper the color of her eyes and hair, kissed him awake, and, from across the hall, he could hear the harsh sing of his bath in the drawing. There are moments like that which never grow old.
There remains yet unsung the lay of the five-foot-five, slightly bald, and ever so slightly rotund lover. Falstaff and Romeo are the extremes of what Mr. Lipkind was the not unhappy medium. Offhand in public places, men would swap crop conditions and city politics with him. Twice, tired mothers in railway stations had volunteered him their babies to dandle.
It was here that Miss Bloom and Mr. Lipkind finally settled themselves, snugly and sufficiently removed from the T-shaped battalion of eyes and ears to insure some privacy. "Well," said Mr. Lipkind, unflowering his napkin, spreading it across his knees, and exhaling, "this is fine!" There was an aura of authoritativeness seemed to settle over Miss Bloom.
"Why, I never wanted anything in my life like I want this, Sammy that you should enlist a woman to look in on I been a bad woman, Sammy, I I oh " It was then that Mr. Lipkind tore to the telephone, his hands so frenzied that they would not properly hold the receiver. At eight o'clock, and without even a further word, Mrs. Lipkind breathed out quietly, a little tiredly, and yet so eloquent of eye.
Lipkind rose then, crossed, leaning over the back of his chair and inclosing his face in the quivering hold of her two hands. "Sammy, Sammy, I didn't mean it! I know I ain't in your way. How can I be when there ain't a day passes I don't invite you to get married and come here to live and fix the flat any way what Clara wants or even move down-town in a finer one where she likes it?
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