me tum se kya puchhun...

....the mid day was sliding down,  all that  Barbara knew was her each and every  joint was rickety and paining,  there were  just  three members  but the  weight of   groceries  in the  bags she carried felt  were  meant to feed  a dozen  people   and their clan, , every  item was separately packed is different cartoon  and neatly  taped, , list was made,  all things counted more  tgat twelve  including the furniture  scattered around the new flat  in  various rooms  and the lounge   , Barbara was lying somewhere  amidst  the clutter with closed eyes and open mouth with wagging tongue 

Is the pizza ordered,  hunger was killing her, , will her food arrive when she is dead  on some function to feed the invited guests mourning over her body