“But that doesn’t take care of ALL of the boys.” Mrs Norrisberg seemed desperate to pick as many holes as possible in the plan. “There are more boys than girls- what do we do with the extras?”
“Well, first, we need to give the clones my antidote to prevent them from keeping on cloning themselves. It’s getting out of control. But don’t you see? After that, it’s perfect! Those one in ten girls NASI talks about who will never get married- this is their chance! After that, all we need to do is make the age gap even GREATER. It’s not going to be enough to have all those sem girls getting engaged over Sukkos- we’ll just need to get all of those high school seniors into shidduchim, and those thousands of extra boys all have whom to marry!”
There was another- yes, ANOTHER, this was getting ridiculous- silence on the line.
Actually, it wasn’t a silence on the line, but twenty thousand alarm bells going off at the thought of writersoul going into shidduchim this year.
I need a drink. (VERY stiff.)
‘Bye.