“Would you like a vol au vent?”
“More champagne? Oh, I’m sure it won’t. Your figure is wonderful.”
“You really should try one of these steak tartare on crispbread. The way they’ve cut the meet into such thin slivers… divine”
“Martha? No, I haven’t seen her since… oh, Tabitha’s party two weeks ago. No! Really, she is? Remarkable.”
“Feel free, but please use a coaster.”
Sheila sat amidst the ruins of her home as the bailiffs reclaimed the last of her furniture. She still had on the dress that she wore to host her last social event six months ago.