Whose Afraid?

When we first moved to Woonsocket we didn't know anyone but coincidentally a sculptor I had worked for in Providence new a couple who had gone to art school too, many years ago. So we made their acquaintance and were invited to dinner at their house. They were great hosts and good cooks. As the evening wore on the wife became extremely vicious attacking her husband for his "horrible art" while he was sheepishly sharing his paintings with us. I was really uncomfortable. It was like being inside of my favorite Edward Albee play "Whose Afraid of Virginia Wolf." This was just like home and once again I couldn't wait to escape.