Something orange

A gift.

Sometimes, I just get so tired of running or side-stepping the whole thing. (Because some people react to direct confrontation with denial and hysteria.)

And then, I start to get "creative".

So it was not very nice to bring along two lamp posts - charming and entertaining as they were tonight - without prior notice. When the waitress came over to ask whether we would like to order first or wait for the other two to arrive, he managed to recover quickly - but not fast enough. He chose not to ask me about the other two; and I did not volunteer an explanation either. Nonetheless, he was a rather good sport throughout dinner, though he was subdued and looked a little lost sometimes.

How much more does it take?

What happens when two friends cannot be "friends only" anymore?