“We? Don’t say we. I’m at the sewing machine all day. How about you do something for a change?”
R
ubinstein was hocking when I brought a tray of rugelach into the living room. “And we haven’t even gotten to the vort, which costs, what, five, ten thousand?”
Schwartz thumbed the air, cackling. “That’s the whole chochmah. It’s only when they realize how much they’ve spent on the vort that they rethink their spending on the wedding. We shouldn’t touch the vort.”
Hersko nodded and gestured to his paper. “Yeah, we’ve got enough to handle here. The Anchorage plan doesn’t include vorts.”
Rubinstein pounded on the table. “We’re not Anchorage and just the opposite. If we show them they can have a vort at home for $500, they’ll be hooked. And it’s possible. How much do a few fruit platters and paper goods cost?
