My Mom(RIP) had a “club” of ladies who would meet every Thursday evening at each other’s homes for an evening of sewing and chatting. Since there were 10 ladies in the club, each woman’s home would only be used once every ten weeks. In every home except Kathy K’s, they would gather in the living room.
Kathy’s Living Room was french provincial with plastic covers and WHITE Wall-to-wall carpeting. The ladies met, crowded around the kitchen table, while the Living Room advertised its “Off Limits” status with a white velvet theater rope on two brass stands across the doorway.
I kid you not.
And just what is the point of a living room that you can’t even use?
And I do believe you.
Her friends must have felt really special.