Here I am in Rutland, Vermont.
Yesterday I discovered I had been invited out for lunch by the WELCA women’s group and that they had even supplied some cheese for me. But nobody told me I was invited, so I missed out. John, Sara & Helen all said that they didn’t know I was invited. Hmm, do I believe them?
Helen told me that there had just been a little misunderstanding and I should exercise Christian charity and forgiveness. Nevermind about charity and forgiveness, I would have rather had lunch.
Could the person who is taking me home please supply a warm, clean closet furnished with some subterfuge and cheese? I wonder what subterfuge tastes like?
