I was amazed at how much they read. I said it aloud and the table got quiet.
No one asked me what I was reading. And it isn’t there job to ask.

So I told them. I am reading Outsiders by S.E. Hinton, and perusing old National Geographic magazines.

More silence. 

I know it isn’t me. These people know me. The host doesn’t just invite anyone to her dinner parties. I think I just jumped in at the wrong time. Like the hosts new kitten, hopping onto the well-appointed table to take a swipe at the lamb and roasted vegetables.