Wpis użytkownika Marshalist w Marshaltown

Abram, on his death bed, looks around at his gathered family.

"Sarah, my beautiful wife. You are here. My sons, Shem and Josep are here. My daughters, Rebecca and Golda, you are here also. My loving family all here with me."

He rises, painfully, on one elbow and says, "So why is the light on in the kitchen?"