The Last Summer Part II
In this web without an end my summer was stretching into an endless agony. Dressed in a suit that was too big for him, Shmuel Fryer finished making everyone miserable. He picked up his dirty gray suitcase and humming to himself he headed to the front door wobbling and singing; he was content. Mother was in tears and all of us perplexed. Claiming he was going to work, he left and was gone for the day and well into the night. We were left with no money, (except for the pennies he threw on the... Sign in to see full entry.