The next moment, an unexpected call from Nan had cluttered the plan. It was a special invitation for a special dinner. We tried making excuses to reject it. But not until I said yes did Nan end the call, still emphasizing that it was very very important.
“How important?” I doubted, dubiously. At a stroke, my thoughts jumbled like children fi ghting. “Another special guest?”
“Probably. Maybe more important and more special.”