The Hospitality

They come to dinner. They have come to dinner for three hundred years. Every Saturday at seven o'clock, Edmund and Hester Harrison arrive at the Lambert family home. The candles are lit. The table is set. No one has ever cancelled. No one has ever been late. And no one - not Robert Lambert, not his wife Ruth, who sets the table with hands that no longer quite belong to her - can remember what the Harrisons look like.
When their son Samuel returns home after three years away, he finds a gap in his own memory where a lifetime of Saturday dinners ought to be. He cannot picture the guests. Cannot name them. Cannot draw them. And his mother, who has carried this courtesy alone for decades, is finally beginning to unravel. Some debts are inherited. Some appetites never end. And some houses have been keeping their bargain for longer than anyone alive can remember.
A literary gothic horror novella about courtesy, complicity, and the things we feed to the people we invite in. For readers of Shirley Jackson, Silvia Moreno-Garcia, and Sarah Waters.????? Reedsy Discovery Must Read