Dinner with Dementia 
“This is my house!” Leona announced outright in sheer frustration to guests’ reprised shock; of this burst from 80 something, once drop-dead gorgeous socialite.
A scrumptious meal prepared by her son and husband. The freshly caught fried fish, array of corn and zucchini laid out on a beautifully set table by her grand daughter. Friends at this small gathering awaiting for their meal to be buttered by choice, so too is the choice of the conversation…’reality shows.’
As all the chatter carried on regarding all their favorites of the reality shows when Leona, whose limited speech startled everyone when without a stutter, remarkably films, ‘This is my house!!!’
All etiquette aside, with only primal knowledge, the hunter should be embraced with the highest respect, silence. I suspect all matters of conversation is initially led by the hunter, in this case the hostess.
Alzheimer's stripped ability to heed blatancy, albeit Leona nodded approvingly at my silence.
