Feeding Cows

My mother made some new friends who are very rich. (You can guess what kind of Russian-speaking immigrants is rich on your own.)

The rich friends took my mother to the most expensive store in Montreal. One of the new friends bought a pair of shoes for $450.

“Hah,” my mother said. “They look exactly like the shoes my Mom used to wear to feed the cows.”

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    1. I’ve become so Americanized that I asked, terrified, “God, how did they react?” But the friends took it completely in their stride. 🙂

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