Jimmy fawned over Adam’s parents, insisting that he get them something to eat.
“We ate right before we came,” Burt said.
“I insist,” Jimmy stated emphatically. “I’d be insulted if you didn’t at least have something…how about some pie? We are famous for our apple pie. We make our own whipping cream, too!”
Folding under the pressure, Burt gave in. “Just a sliver.”
“A sliver it is!” Jimmy exclaimed triumphantly, signaling for a waitress.
After hearing how wonderful Jimmy thought Adam was, Adam took his parents over to the organ to meet Eunice.
“You’ve raised the finest boy I’ve ever met,” she said.
“He brings us a lot of nachis,” Burt said.
“Huh?”
“Sorry, I got carried away. That’s Yiddish for ‘pride.’”
“Oh, well, he brings me a lot of nachis, too,” Eunice repeated, butchering the word.
After getting his parents situated in a booth close to the stage and showing his father the best place to set up the video camera, Adam went off to his bathroom retreat to prepare.
For the third straight week, Adam put on an excellent show. He added a few jokes he’d been working on and talked a lot more to the audience, which had increased from the week before. Up on the small stage, Adam became Vince Velenzio, the debonair crooner who could connect with a crowd. Everyone there could tell Adam was having the time of his life.
Once the set was over, Adam returned to his body. His parents were overcome by pride and actually had to push through a gaggle of well-wishers and back-slappers.
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