I knew that it was just a matter of time before he started inviting his friends over. Claude had been attending this group every week for the past six months or so now and he was always talking about having them over here. Instead of visiting the bar, he wanted to have "salons" in the apartment. I asked him what a "salon" was.
"You know, us guys get together and we talk about the nation."
He had been telling me about this group constantly and I thought it might be nice to try it once or twice, figuring that some of the other wives might host as well. I was wrong, for the past two weeks, I have had men in my house four out of seven days, for easily five to six hours at a time. They laugh and talk and drink and smoke and discuss politics late into the night. I usually find myself trying to scrounge up something to feed these men. Sometimes I sit down and listen to their conversations. I try not to get involved though, I'm not sure what Claude would think of that.