Marcia beamed at her children. She loved these dinners. What did it matter if she wished Sophie would wear clothes that covered her bosom more and that Angus would drink less. Peter and Donna made a lovely couple. Soon she’d be a grandma. Her heart swelled with pride and joy. She smiled at her husband, Roy. “Love you” she mouthed.
“Pass the salt down here, please.” A voice boomed.
Angus, drunk, obliged. The salt fell like snow from the chandelier making the two worlds converge momentarily. Conversation below ceased.
“We have to move,” Marcia said. “She’ll clean the chandelier tomorrow.”
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