She monopolizes conversations.
I mean, she rolls right over the whole table, leaving none of the others an opening.
They resort to using sign language for "Pass me the butter?" and she sees what they're doing, and she knows she needs to reign it in.
But the joy of telling a story keeps her going and yes her friends are nodding, yes they are listening, and as they chew their way through lunch, two of them are wiping tears from their eyes.
Afterward, in the parking lot, she apologizes profusely for "doing it again" and looks utterly embarrassed, because this is the same promise she made last time.
Her oldest friend pats her on the back and asks: "Same time, next week?"
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