"Was it a good wedding?" I ask. I've staggered out of the bedroom, baby in hand, to greet our guest. We were supposed to go to his daughter's wedding in December, but were out of the country. Secretly, we weren't quite sure we'd be able to afford to attend anyway. Guests have to dig deep in this place.
"Very good," he says. He ticks off on his fingers. "Two fridges, a stove, a deep freeze. Six microwaves."
"And lots of dinner services. The biggest one had 65 pieces. Oh -- and they got about 6,000 dollars."
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