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Updated: May 8, 2025
Alex don't trouble himself at all. He told me so himself. But that's the way it goes, Mawruss. Mosha Kronberg, Hillel Kronberg, and Elkan Kronberg was three brothers which you don't see nowadays at all more like friends than brothers, Mawruss. Hillel died ten years ago and I thought it would broke Mosha's heart.
"Where was I?" Uncle Mosha replied. "Why, I was where I was. That's where I was. What difference does it make to you where I was?" "What difference does it make to me?" Aaron cried. "Ain't I putting up the er don't you know you was due at Henry D. Feldman's office to close your title at one o'clock? and here it is half-past one already!" For a minute Uncle Mosha's face fell.
His discarded plan for renewing his acquaintance with Uncle Mosha had involved the pretence that he was seeking to interest the old gentleman in the Home for Chronic Invalids, Independent Order Mattai Aaron, of which fraternity Morris was an active member; and Uncle Mosha's apparent distaste for organized charity proved rather disconcerting. "You're a poor guesser, Mr. Kronberg," he said.
Forthwith he unfolded to Leon the sum of his uncle's iniquities, sparing no detail of his own well-nigh ruined prospects and ending with an account of Uncle Mosha's interrupted deal with Morris Perlmutter. Leon slammed the top of his desk with his open hand. "Before I would let that shark, Perlmutter, get the house I would buy it myself." "Sure, I know!" Aaron replied.
"I just run into Aaron and Uncle Mosha coming out of a coffee house, and the way them two suckers cussed me out, Mawruss! you wouldn't believe it at all. I couldn't understand what they was talking about, Mawruss, but they mentioned your name and something about Mosha's house on Madison Street." Abe glared at Morris and then turned to Alex with a forced smile.
"Sure, I know; that's all right," Morris went on; "but I thought, even if you wouldn't want to sell the house, you know such a whole lot about real estate, Mr. Kronberg, you could help us out a little." The hard lines about Uncle Mosha's mouth relaxed into a smile. "Well, when it comes to real estate," he said, "I ain't a fool exactly, y'understand." "That's what I was told," Morris continued.
When Uncle Mosha's eyes opened in consciousness of his surroundings they rested on Max Gershon, who bent over the old man as anxiously as did either of his nephews. "Max Gershon, ain't it?" Uncle Mosha asked feebly. Gershon nodded. "You shouldn't try to talk," he said. "I'm all right," Uncle Mosha replied. "I need only a cup coffee.
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