Saturday's Storyteller: "...This is going to end in an orgy, isn't it?"
by Belinda Roddie "...This is going to end in an orgy, isn't it?" Robert Finch, a gray-bearded millionaire, lit a cigarette and grinned through the smoke stream. The dame before him was of course referring to the cluster of young men and women swarming around the chocolate fondue fountain, giggling and spilling wine all over the place. He smirked. "No, not tonight," he said. "I only have orgies on Thursdays, after tea." Mrs. Gertrude Dreyfuss arched an eyebrow, but she at least seemed satisfied by Robert's joking retort. More often than not, he felt as if her sardonic sense of humor was taken far too seriously, like she was being dry and stuffy and even paranoid. And since the death of her husband Alvin, who had owned a large jewelry company in New York, she hadn't slowed down in that regard. The two of them maneuvered around the Finch nieces and nephews and cousins, who had nestled themselves with the Shermans and the Harveys and al