Last night Larry asked me a question. After several attempts at understanding what he was saying I got it. He was asking me if we should invite Jessica, the massage therapist we’ve been seeing once a week for the last couple of years, to dinner.
Trying to find a massage therapist who did home visit I mentioned my search to a friend on mine. Jessica, her friend’s daughter, did them. I felt comfortable having her come into the house knowing she was a known quantity. She has turned out to be very good at what she does. We both like her a lot. She’s been working on Larry’s neck and shoulders and my feet.
That’s where the dinner party invitation was coming from. Needless to say I was a bit stunned. A dinner party? What the hell is he thinking? Told Larry my entertaining days are well over. A dinner party. Like I have nothing else to do.