I am not musical
in the accepted meaning of the term, and in those days I was even
less so than I am now, perhaps, but I was always fond of music,
and had a discriminating feeling for it. At all events, I knew
enough to realize that my would-be fianc?e was playing
execrably. But her mother, her father, the hostess, and the swarthy
woman with the golden teeth, were shooting glances at me that
seemed to say: "What do you think of that? Did you ever see such
fast playing?" and there was nothing for it but to simulate
admiration
The woman with the great golden teeth, Meyer Nodelman's cousin,
was even more strenuous in her efforts to arouse my exultation
than Ray's mother. She was the wife of a prosperous teamster
whose moving-vans were seen all over the East Side. Gaunt,
flat-chested, with a solemn masculine face, she was known for her
jolly disposition and good-natured sarcasm. There was something
suggestive of Meyer Nodelman in her manner of speaking as well
as in her looks. She was childless and took an insatiable interest in
the love-affairs and matrimonial politics of young people.
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