Short Story Library

Two old Egyptian women sit next to you:
The closer one looks like Golda Meir-only not as sinewy–her steel hair tied in a psycho- killer bun. The other, Miss Apple harvest 1938 is now just the core.
We have a routine-we three. You watch a movie and they interrupt:
Two, three times an hour Miss Meir announces, “Toilet!” [...]

His grandmother was obsessed with butter, no one knew why; it had something to do with cows. When she wasn’t eating butter she was hoarding butter. When she was neither eating nor hoarding butter she was warning everyone in shouting distance (and she had quite the pair of lungs, so this really meant something) to [...]