"Rifka, if I have to stay in bed for days, I will not be able to work.Then we will not have enough gelt to buy even a potato. We will all starve."
"Gloib mir! Tsores!" don't ask!
When Yosef wasn't holding his hands up in the air he was wringing them.
Yosef 's wife Rifka looked at her husband with a frown and said, "Yosef , don't make such a tareram. If you are not working for a few days, we can be all right with the food we have."
"No, no, no." Yosef wailed in reply. "We will run out of food, I'm sure of it. Rifka, if I do not have a warm coat when the winter winds blow, we will all starve.
"STARVE , I TELL YOU! "
"Oh Yosef , starve ,schmarve . Believe me,it will be all right .I will have food for us. Not plenty, maybe, but enough!"
