A few weeks of this and then a crisis came.
We had reached her house from our customary walk from the school. I had taken leave and had already taken a few steps, when she called me back.
"Mr. Kildare, I forgot something."
I was quickly back to the door waiting to hear what she had forgotten.
She took a small card from her bag and handed it to me.
"Mr. Kildare, you have been very kind and considerate and I would like to show you that I appreciate it. I am afraid you will find it rather tame, but I hope you will come."
I twirled the card between my fingers and without looking at it asked: "What is it?"
"Why, just a little social entertainment of our church."
"When and where does it take place?" I still kept on asking.
"I am not quite sure as to the date, but the card will tell you."