Accept Dinner Invitations

 Had I declined dinner my friend believes he may have died.

 I arrived at ten minutes after seven post meridiem at my friend's penthouse apartment on the highest point of town with groceries for him and dinner after completing the trifecta.  Upon entering the apartment I find my friend sitting in the chair to the left of the doorway.  He shared how his heart felt not good and was behaving strangely.  I place my hand on his shoulder.  He continues to share how he's practicing a form of meditation to improve his condition.  

His unsigned flat mate has some mental health condition and her condition appears to be getting worse.  She had been involuntarily committed to a facility three times in the past year or less.  When I arrived the apartment was a mess.  A mix of her stuff and his was in the foyer.  Her stuff was overflowing out of her room into the foyer then into the kitchen and bathroom.  She was talking to someone who wasn't there and when she peeked around the door she took an extra long moment to recognize me.  Soon she gathered some items then left.

Eventually his heart began to regain composure.  I began the process of straightening up the apartment.  He apologized for being unable to assist with the clean-up.  As I'm cleaning up he comes to the conclusion that had I not arrived his heart condition would likely have worsened.  The night prior was beginning similarly to this evening but escalated to the point where my friend called the police for their safety.  The police could or would not help nor will the hospital accept his petition. 

It took about two hours to clean up enough of the mess to have dinner ten minutes before ten post meridiem.

The above was written on the Wednesday of Tuesweek of late summer 2020 and published on the Moonday of Sunweek of early Autumn of the same year.