Tag 109 - Invitation of the third kind

Carla is the daughter of Doña Candida, my hostess. She comes by regularly, also to drop off the kids on a regular basis. I stayed with her for three weeks a year ago. Yesterday she asked me when I would come over for dinner. I didn't even know that I had been invited. I said whenever it was convenient for her. But she wasn't listening anymore. It is impossible to have a conversation with Carla. Her cell phone prevents any conversation. Either it rings, or she calls someone while still asking you something. Or she plays around on WhatsApp. If she's not communicating with someone, she plays some silly, colorful game. If there are other people present, which is almost always the case, she also joins in the conversation. I didn't take the invitation seriously, but tonight Candida told me that I could come over for dinner now. That was fine with me because I was already fearing that there would be Gallo Pinto (rice with red beans) for the third evening in a row. I arrived and she served me a really delicious soup - although I was the only one who ate something. She was buzzing around the house or sitting by the front door, smoking and talking on the phone. Her husband was also very busy, and the kids were unusually in bed early. Only the two volunteers who live with her talked to me, but they had already been fed. A strange invitation, but typical Carla. In the end, she invited me to come over for dinner anytime. It's not far, either by foot or by bike. This from the woman who drives every meter by car.

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