I attended a charity dinner on an invitation from the host. The host is an extremely warm hearted lady who started a scholarship fund when her husband died of emphysema. I was glad to attend this event for her.
I arrived at the hall about thirty minutes before dinner was served. The host seated me at a table occupied by members of the same family. The family was affable and included me in their conversations. I enjoyed meeting them.
The matriarch, the word does fit her, of the family sat across from me. The grand dame told stories the night through. Her gaze wandered the table as not to exclude anyone from her words. She would asked for opinions and then cajole agreement with her smile.
I nodded my head and smiled some more.
The matriarch commanded attention and conversation, but her voice was low. I could not understand one word in three. I do not read lips and asking her to repeat herself would not have worked. So..
I faked my way through the evening.
At the end of the evening, I garnered a hug from the matriarch. She said I was excellent company.