Upon arriving at the party destination, greeted by the hostess, my mind suddenly becomes blank, and I immediately had a feeling who she was.
There is tension in the air, especially associated with the hostess; perhaps she was pressured by her husband to host a party.
I observe, connected to the living area, that the master bedroom door is wide open, and if it were my party, I would have closed that door.
At dinner, the catering restaurant was changed after I accepted the invitation, and so, there are only two items on the menu I will eat, but I visibly enjoy my food.
Continuing on, sitting in the living room, I am about to comment on a photo on the wall, but before I can speak, a man answers the question I was about to ask.
Now, everyone is standing around the kitchen island, and the hostess and man start reminiscing about the power people in their industry. I am standing next to this man who answered my question before I spoke. His wife is sitting alone on the short side of the island. Everyone else is standing across from me.
The hostess is very energetic, the center of attention.
In an irritating tone of voice, she points to where I am standing and says that is where her mother always sits.
There is no talking about topics I thought might come up, like the health issue of the wife of the man.
At one pivotal point, the host walks over to the wife with the health issue, and again, I was transported out of the present moment, knowing who they were. He was E. F. and she was the wife and mother he left, in spirit.
Upon leaving, as usual, the host invites me to church.