fiction by Diana Cohen Conway

Who Was Wise

Winner of the Lilith 2003 Fiction Contest

The time I saw Grandpa before, he could still tell long, complicated jokes full of Yiddish words, with punch lines I didn’t always get. Now he sits grayly in a leather recliner, more asleep than awake, letting his four daughters handle everything. From my nook by the photograph Album bookcase, I can see into the kitchen, a room almost as big as the living room and dining room combined. Aunt Miriam has brought everyone together for a first night seder, but, as Abba says, she has a hidden agenda.

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