The name of the woman was Opal. She and her husband Edward appeared to hold dinner parties quite regularly. Their house looked like it hadn’t been renovated for the past few decades, much like most of the other houses in the neighbourhood. The neighbours fit the picture, as well. Apart from the teens, everyone dressed like it was still 1955. Still, it was quite nice to get outside for once.

It was an entertaining evening. The food was good, conversation very conservative, but not boring…

… and there was plenty of booze.

Plumbbob, I drank way too much that night.