A dinner acceptance regretted (Rousse)

FR invited me to dinner at her new house in a less fashionable part of town. I accepted, though rather reluctantly.

FR was not ready for me when I arrived at her untidy house in time for the meal. She had only just popped the chicken in the oven, and asked if I would mind gutting the salmon.

I really wished that I had turned down the invitation.

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