We are giving a PTA banquet: Frank and I get there, but there are no preparations made; then it rains and we wait. Then we move a table out and move it into place on an oriental rug, out-of-doors. Then I put on the roast and Frank a little angry, but the Railroad guys come and they drink and sing and dance; one grey-haired man teaches Frank Latin: "Aqua -- aquae -- aquae -- aqua -- aqua." I run in to say, "How's my Latin scholar doing?" "O.K." and they laugh.
-- Set the table and send a scrubby, older woman to get two bottles of wine: while she's gone, Frank and I drive home, forgetting all about the dinner. He says he's not hungry; but I say we have to go back, because we're on the committee; -- Just then a neighbor arrives all dressed up in a black dress and says: "You sure did not help this morning; we did all the cleaning." "But," I say, "I put on the whole dinner."