The Truth About My Bat Mitzvah

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Genres: Fiction
Nana was already sick, but I didn’t know it. I guess I didn’t want to.
  That was the day we went to Gold’s Deli. That was the day I had my first chocolate egg cream, and that was the last real day I got to spend with my nana alone.
At Gold’s Deli they put a metal bowl of pickles on the table before you even order your food.
“Are they free?” Sammy asked, but he was already touching one.
“Can we just eat them?” I asked.
“It’s required, in fact.” My grandfather took one of the ones that was a lig
...hter shade of green and bit it nearly in half. “My favorite,” he told us. “The sour ones.”
I had never seen so much activity in one restaurant. There was a counter with people lined up to get take-out sandwiches, salads, bagels. And there were small tables with checkered tablecloths and waiters, all men, older men, running all over the place. They seemed to know who had come in, who was leaving, who had ordered what, without writing anything down. They were also gruff and impatient.
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