There was little we could do, little anyone could do.
Several of us became disheveled,
and considered obtaining a restraining order,
applying a fresh coat of paint, calling 911
for a good, old-fashioned cookout.
We could have set another place at the table
but most likely the invitation
would have been declined as off-color
sending the rumor mill into overtime.
The point is not whether we can pick up where we left off.
