The Chabot Shooter

My mother hails from a long line of east coast jews who have consistently celebrated chabot every friday night. Her grandmother, my great grandmother, was apparently quite the beauty, and was all set to marry the ky until she met my great grandfather. The other guy did not receive confirmation of her transferred ctions until one shabot dinner, when he asked my great grandmother,. are you going to marry me or not? She told him no, at which point he promptly pulled out a gun and shot her. What luckily, it hit her shoulder and went right through. My great grandfather waited for her and helped her learn how to walk again. And they eventually marr