Tante Sarah was having none of it. To the Via Dolorosa she said “it looks like Spain.” To the Wailing Wall she said “I’ve seen it on the television. I think George Bush kissed it. Feh.”
“Was it a bad idea to being her here?” Rachel asked her husband.
Moishe shrugged. “She’ll get used to it. It’s not New York.”
“When I was a girl she talked nonstop about coming here someday. She even gave me a copy of Exodus for my birthday. I was disappointed there weren’t any pictures of Paul Newman.”
“And yet you’re surprised when she complains?”