"And it was your... left knee that was operated on?". She asked in the loud manner reserved for party hosts to let new guests introduce themselves.
I passed. "Yeah, left knee," I murmered, maneuvering my folding chair into the circle of unfamiliar characters.
I looked around. Other guests were engaged in conversations, but I was keenly aware that they were feigning disinterest at my arrival.
"So, you just got back from Seattle?" She asked again. I didn't have much to say, so I looked silently at the fire and swirled my drink.
I looked up at my host - she was smiling, but behind her smile I could see the desperation in her eyes. It wouldn't do for me not to provide some entertainment in the otherwise dull affair
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