Shmuel was still laughing when they left the office. “Women on a kevarim tour! Forget Dial-a-Segulah. Need a yeshuah? Visit the Pnei Yehoshua!”
“H
ey, Shmuel.”
Mordechai turned to the next cubicle. “That was Meir Shertzer.”
“What’d he want?”
“Get this. He’s arranging a tour for women.”
“Women? Isn’t he the graves guy?”
Mordechai shrugged. “Says he has a lot of interest. Women are requesting it.”
“You’re kidding. If my wife was going away for a week, it wouldn’t be to kevarim in Europe, I’ll tell you that much.”
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