Lunch c/o L. and D.

The first weekend after my mother's death was Sewanee's alumni weekend. Perhaps an even more accurate statement would be that the week after my mother's death was Sewanee's alumni week. This led to my father's friend, the Poet, and his daughter and grandson to be in town. I was a bit overwhelmed and tired by the point at which we were invited to lunch to celebrate the Poet's landing in Sewanee, but I went anyways. The food was good, and the company nice, but there comes a point when you don't want to make small talk, and you don't want to do real talk...and I had hit that point. So I came.

I ate.
And I left.