“She was thinking it,” Gershwin replied. “Now more than ever.”
“That’s not nice.” Lilly slapped his arm playfully and laughed. “She loves you.”
“You’ve finally gone insane,” Harold said. “Jews are the furthest thing from peoples’ minds when they put up Christmas lights.”
“You’ll never know if you don’t ask them.”
“So according to your theory, if I ask someone who’s hanging up Christmas lights what he’s thinking about, he’s going to say, “The Jews?””
“I think you’d be surprised by what people will say.”
“Come eat. Dinner’s ready.” Lilly was standing behind one of the chairs with her hands on it. “Harold, you sit here.” She pulled it out for him.
Gershwin brought the wine and Lilly’s empty glass to the table but remembered what she’d said earlier and put them both down without refilli
