Tevye the Dairyman
Well, no sooner had I thought of my Hodl than she appeared by my side. She sat down next to me on the stoop, looked around, and said in a low voice, “Papa, are you listening? I have to tell you something. I’m saying goodbye to you tonight . . . forever.”
She spoke in such a whisper that I could barely hear her, and she gave me the strangest look…
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