I can’t yet see nothing in front of me and can’t get my head together to anything, so torn up I am from the shock.
It was at Yetta Solomon’s wedding I met him again. She was after me for weeks I should only come.
“How can I come to such a swell hall?” I told her. “You know I ain’t got nothing decent to wear.”
“Like you are without no dressing-up, I want you to come. You are the kind what people look in your eyes and not on what you got on. Ain’t you yourself the one what helped me with my love troubles? And now, when everything is turning out happy, you mean to tell me that you ain’t going to be there?”
She gave me a grab over and kissed me in a way that I couldn’t say “No” to her.
So I shined myself up in the best I had and went to the wedding.
I was in the middle from giving my congratulations to Yetta and her new husband, when—Gott! Gott im Himmel! The sky is falling to the earth! I see him—him, and his wife leaning on his arm, coming over.
I gave a fall back, like something sharp hit me. My head got dizzy, and my eyes got blind.
I wanted to run away from him, but, ach! everything in me rushed to him.
I was feeling like struck deaf, dumb, and blind all in one.