Walking out in the middle of a funeral would be, of course, bad form. So attempting to walk out on one's own was beyond the pale.
Could it really be this easy to land a handsome man? If so, why didn't I try it ages ago?
The conversation limped along this line of thought much like a zombie: lifeless and mindless and making a jelly of whatever healthy brains were within its reach.
So she did the English thing. She changed the subject.