Ridicule
November 12, 2009
I dream I am preparing for my wedding and I must make chocolates the way Jacques Pepin made them on his television show. I excuse myself to “do something,” but I don’t want anyone to know exactly what for fear I will be ridiculed. I go to the store to purchase expensive chocolate plus nuts, cornflakes, and other things to immerse. I am late for the store van, and there is hardly enough room for me. I have to climb over rows of tiny people to get to one seat in the back.