It had been an absolutely lovely party to which everyone had shown up fashionably late and been placed happily at their seats. The ladies looked ravishing in their gowns, the cake was moist and spongy, the tea strong but not to kill an elephant (tee hee hee), and everyone was just hanging on Humphrey’s every word.
THEN DOLLY HAD TO OPEN HER STUPID FAT MOUTH ABOUT YOU KNOW WHAT.
How do you even prepare yourself for such a thing? Dreadful, absolutely dreadful, and well needless to say but Dolly will not be receiving another invitation.
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