Mrs. Levy's son, David, had gone from New York, clear across the country to college in California. One day, David phoned his mother. 'Ma, I just got married!' announced David.
'Wonderful, David! Mazel tov!' said Mrs. Levy. 'But what was so urgent about it that you had to get married in such a hurry and call me on the phone to break the news?'
'Well, Ma,' said David, 'there's a little problem. She's not Jewish.'
'Oy vey!' shouted Mrs. Levy, but then she calmed down. 'Well, I love you very much, David. You're my only son and I guess I'll have to accept her and make the best of it.'
'But there's another little difficulty, Ma,' continued David. 'She is a little older than I am, and also she's pregnant.'
'Oy, David!' screamed his mother. 'How could you do such a thing?' But again she regained her control. 'But you are my only son and I love you, I forgive you.'
'Thanks, Ma, but there's still another little matter. She already has five children!'
'David! David!' Mrs. Levy was distraught. 'You're breaking my heart! But you're my own flesh and blood. What can I do for you?'
'Ma, we have nowhere to stay.'
'Come to New York, David,' said Mrs. Levy. 'You can have this apartment.'
'But, Ma, where will you stay?'
'Don't worry about me, David. As soon as I put down the phone, I'll drop dead!' |
