"Lady," Avrum said, slicing another pickle, "Dus iz neis."
Avrum frowned. That tub was cracked and heavy. It had been sitting in the basement behind boxes of unsalted pretzels since Avrum was a child. But he knew better than to argue when his grandfather used that tone. dus iz neis
"Oh my god," she said. "What is this? It’s... it’s fizzy. It’s incredible." "Lady," Avrum said, slicing another pickle, "Dus iz neis
"Grandpa... what is this?" Avrum asked, recoiling slightly. "Did these go bad?" " Avrum said