Letra de Red Rover
"Welcome home" are the words that Theresa mumbled to the room. No one heard, and her statement, it echoed into the vacuum. T-shirts heard her sigh, folded, barely dry on the hamper. A dinner bell, she wished one would just ring. It would not be too soon.

'Cause she's sick of these bagels and pesto even though she gets these things for free. Her recipes are those that the rest know and she has not the drive to bother with such anonymity.

On the phone is a stately double-ringing. Someone must have called. When she checks she finds naught but advertisement — it was no one at all. They're "in her neighborhood now" installing dishes on the roofs, but just then all she wanted was a friend, a soft place she could fall.

And she knows it's too late to run over, 'cause their linked arms are now cemented strong in this extended game of Red Rover in the green grass where fences force elipsis on the lawn.