“But who would marry the daughter of not one, but two divorcees?”
ROTFLOL!
Triple-M looked at his wife, growing comprehension in his eyes.
“Wait, you mean Bereishis who’s cousins with the British royal family?”
She nodded, grinning broadly.
“Bereishis who made his billions with his free-trade, completely humane, world-renowned coffee business?”
“Yes! She’ll always be able to get her daily French vanilla latte!”
“Bereishis, five-time winner of Family First’s Most-Charming-Smile Award and the biggest mensch this side of Taliban headquarters?”
“Yes! Him! Don’t you think he’d be absolutely PERFECT for her, dear?”
Triple-M rolled his eyes. “Not in kollel.”