This is why I’ve thrown myself into planning a Christmas charity ball where wealthy people pay twelve hundred dollars a plate to help underprivileged youth. I excel at getting sponsors for the event—a task which turns out to be a full-time job. But the more I get into planning, the more questions I have about the way this whole thing works. Something about the math isn’t adding up. Anne blows me off each time I go to her with these questions, and eventually, she stops returning my calls altogether.
So I do what I have to do to make the numbers right, even if that means limiting the open bar to two drinks per plate—it’s not like it’ll affect me anyway, but this is about the kids. I also cancel the band and change the menu to hors d"oeuvres only.
The day of the event, you call to say your
