You know how they say wives are the better half. My wife knows Harvey Sklar. Who would be Al Pacino if he were a foot shorter.
And then they got married.
My own motives are brute simple. I know Harvey is one one of the smartest people I’ve heard tell of. And I know Eleanor is a master chef. I want a meal and a conversation. Neither of which I’ve been allowed to have yet. My wife hasn’t opened up about this possibility. Shame on her.