One day I had lunch with some old friends. Jim, a short, balding golfer type, about 85-years old, came along with them; all in all, it was a pleasant ...unch.When the menus were presented, my friends and I ordered salads, sandwiches, and soups, except for Jim who said, "A large piece of home-made apple pie, heated please."I wasn't sure my ears heard him right, and the others were aghast, when Jim continued, completely unabashed..."along with two large scoops of vanilla ice cream."We tried to act. ” “Okay, I’ll do that if you will get the fryer, microwave, toaster, stove and all but this countertop. Oh, and the cabinet fronts if you get the chance. The cleaning supplies are under the sink.” “You want me to take the trash out too?” “That would be great. Thanks.” “Don’t mention it.” We both roll our sleeves up and get to work. My first order of business is to rearrange the dishes in the dishwasher and toss out the bottles. I know that Jay will throw a fit when he gets home and sees them. She walked in, hearing that Matty wasn’t there yet, which gave her a perfect chance to talk to Pete before he arrived. She explained her conversation with Dan, about how this time, he was fine with things going further if she wants to.“Ok, so do you want them to?” Pete asked, trying to establish what she meant so that there was no confusion.“I think so. I just don’t know if I will do it on my own accord. You always seem to read the situation really well, so I will put my trust in you to make. We decided it would be ineffective if I was the only one to speak so, to make it more unbiased, they chose one person to oppose me.I did my best to win people over. I talked of my plan and described the reasoning behind it. I told of all the other ideas and tried to explain why they were each rejected. Photos of other worlds invaded by the Vermin were displayed, and I relayed how they were now uninhabitable. I felt I stood up for myself pretty well.In the end, all that mattered were the dead.