We invited a single Russian lady to our Shabbos table for lunch, but as I was singing “Shalom Aleichem” with the children, she knocked on the door. Apparently dinner versus lunch had got lost in the translation. We really wanted to spend a quieter Friday night with the kids, but in order not to embarrass her, I quickly added another place setting while my wife distracted her. B”H she never suspected that anything was amiss and had a wonderful meal with us.