"Who is Cousin Irma?" She studied the card, the postmark, "New York City" in the center of the canceled imprint and the name "Mrs. Nathaniel Z. Shankowitz" with her Sunset Village address. She searched through the imaginary archives of the family tree, both on her and her ex-husband's side, finally shaking her head in defeat. "Do I have a Cousin Irma?" she asked herself. It was a mystery. When her son called from Connecticut on the Jewish New Year, she quickly disposed of the amenities and asked him the question that was on the surface of her mind. "Do I have a Cousin Irma?" "Who?" "That's what I said. Your Uncle Eddie has Rebecca and Arthur and my father and mother, your grandmother, had no other relatives in this country..." She paused, shook her head and shrugged. She emitted a sigh of surrender. "Maybe it's the wrong address?" "No." She paused again. "Did your father ever have a Cousin Irma?" Even twenty-five years of divorce did not temper the unmistakable acid tone. After the divorce, Nat had always been "your father," the tone heavy with sarcasm as if he were some terrible obscenity, which he was, of course, in her mind.
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