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.
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