Out of habit, I was going to say "Next time definitely", when I was struck by a bolt of an awareness of the context of the conversation and instead I replied "why don't you treat us here"
Her question was "Why did you not come for my wedding"

It seems funny now, but for two minutes then, I struggled desperately to find an alternative string of words.

Current Music: Kevha Tari Pahate (its a very famous and soft Marathi song, the kind you would hear when you are alone in a room, seated in a rocking chair, the room illuminated in a mellow yellowish light)