Solitaire

Irma let me into her room to play solitaire. As I entered, Agnes was already being kicked out. She motioned to a corner and I sat down with a lonely deck of cards, as she assumed the opposite corner. We sat there playing by ourselves for about an hour. I kept on looking up at her and watching that look of intense concentration on her face. Game after game went by. Not once did she look up from her cards and not once did she acknowledge me. Yet somehow I felt as if she was silently appreciative of my presence. I guess solitude requires good company.