A Contract with God.
All day the rain poured down upon the Bronx without mercy. The sewers overflowed and the waters rose over the curbs of the street. The tenement at no. 55 Dropsie Avenue seemed ready to rise and float away on the swirling tide. "Like the ark of Noah," it seemed to Frimme Hersh as he sloshed homeward. Only the tears of ten thousand weeping angels could cause such a deluge!
And, come to think of it, maybe that is exactly what it was ...
... after all, this was the day Frimme Hersh buried Rachele, his daughter.
Not so unusual, a father brings up a child with care and love only to lose her ... plucked, as it were, from his arms by an unseen hand - the hand of God. It happens to lots of people every day.
... to others, maybe.
... but not to Frimme Hersh.
And why not to Frimme Hersh?? That is a fair question!
It should not have happened to Frimme Hersh BECAUSE FRIMME HERSH HAD A CONTRACT WITH GOD!
- from A Contract with God and other Tenement Stories by Will Eisner, based upon his memories of growing up in New York in the 1930s.