Separate Tables

Separate tables He came sat down like they should be old friends. Do I know you, she said? Yes, we were lovers once. Long pause. Yes, I remember, but you have gone fat and bald I thought of you as an *******. You are a wrinkled old shrew, thought. We had some fun, he said. For you, it was, You would let me touch your , said it was Private property, she said. My dear, it was a joke, he said You are a pompous old bastard, she murmured for No reason at all. He stood up to give her a piece of his mind, but The dinner bell rang. They ate at separate tables.