A Celebration
C.T. celebrated her First Communion on Sunday. I'm not sure of the religious significance of the event, beyond knowing that it takes place during a Catholic Mass. Her parents invited us to share in the luncheon which followed, but spared us the church service. We'd have attended, but being averse to formal religion and any activity which requires prolonged sitting on armless seats, we were not unhappy with the "party only" invitation. She looked resplendent in her white satin dress. Her tiara sparkled amidst her curls until the pressure on her cranium sent the jewels into mom's purse. It was a small affair, with two tables of grown-ups and one for the kids. What to do with the high school sophomore, sister of CT's playmate and baby-sitter extraordinaire? She had the dubious honor of sitting at the kids' table. It was a well-behaved crowd (save for a little bit of spitting over the side of the balcony ..... into the wind... showing poor ju...