Sara comes downstairs, dropping a stack of
invitations on the Bar. "Would you mind distributing these to all who know and are friendly with Mark and I?"
The stack disappears and a cup of coffee appears in its place. Sara picks it up and takes it to a couch, pulling out a list.
Arrangements with Father Mulcahy
Arrangements with Scarsdale rabbi
Invitations sent out
Reception planned.
"We should have eloped," she mutters.