The tiny chapel church had a weekly women’s coffee clutch called Just Dessert For Sisters. The free cakes, pies, and coffee were supposed to attract new members. Yet only three faithful sisters gathered in the quaint kitchen at the round table that fall season. They followed the scripture that commanded to eat, drink and be merry. It was their one sanity preserver in this life. From the eldest to the youngest, they laughed as they recalled the golden days of the past. They challenged each other to recall better times in the age of B.M. meaning Before Marriage. Meanwhile they grimaced that their marriages were hell on earth.
This is, by the way, for a five-page short story.
coffee KLATCH people! Dang!
Or technically, kaffeeklatsch.
Incidentally, the only “scripture” that “commands” anyone to eat, drink, and be merry is a rich guy talking to himself in Luke 12:19, for which God promptly informs him he’s doomed to die that very evening. Therefore, following that “command” is like taking a villain’s opinion to be the moral of a story. “Since Lord Voldemort says power belongs to those willing to use it, I guess I’d better get busy exercising power over my subordinates as much as humanly possible!”