Gone but not Forgotten

We arrived clutching a loaf of my sourdough whole wheat bread and the hostess, overdressed and sipping champagne, wrapped it up and hid it away. Her husband, the one we know well, was off delivering their teenage daughter to a friend's house. When he returned he offered us a plate of snacks and mixed rum drinks. The wife was sauteing breaded chicken breasts in a stick of butter at the far end of the kitchen, sipping her own bottle of pink champagne. We were clustered at the other end dressed casually like her husband, having our own conversation while munching the salty peanuts, pretzels, salsa and chips. Another couple arrived and we were glad to see them, we'd met them before. We all sat at the dining room table and ate buttery chicken breasts with vinegar-spritzed lettuce and more drinks. For dessert we were each given two chocolate cookies made into an ice cream sandwich. When we got home we crashed. I woke up early the next morning. I stood at my desk working until I had an attack of dizziness, feeling faint from hunger. She had left out the bread!