Chapter 16: Miss Kitty’s Ladies’ Canasta Night
October 13, 2015
Miss Kitty asked me to help her set up a folded table for her Ladies’ Canasta Night, which she usually held once a month. The buffet table was in the basement and I had to fetch it out of a dusty and cobweb-infested corner. The table was heavy and made of metal, probably dated back to the sixties, and was like carrying a stiff body up the basement stairs and to the dining room area where she wanted it unfolded and dressed for her card playing gatherers.
I set up the table in the dining room on the far-left side, kicked its legs open, and pressed down on its flat center. Miss Kitty placed a beige tablecloth over the table’s surface and started filling it with bottles of booze, plastic cups, and napkins for the evening at han
