The other end of the table lives in pantomime:

—Elbows on the table, laughing noiselessly and exuding conviviality.

Hands partially cupped over the mouth, whispering unheard to—

—One arm resting, the other outstretched to drink.

Leaning forward with chin resting in palms, glancing surreptitiously at—

The soft tinkle of laughter brings me back, back to my side of the social roulette wheel.

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