Separate tables

   He came sat down like they should be old friends.
   Do I know you, she said?
   Yes, we were lovers once.
   Long pause.
   Yes, I remember, but you have gone fat and bald
   I thought of you as an *******.
   You are a wrinkled old shrew, thought.
   We had some fun, he said.
   For you, it was,
  You would let me touch your *****, said it was
  Private property, she said.
  My dear, it was a joke, he said
You are a pompous old *******, she murmured for
No reason at all.
He stood up to give her a piece of his mind, but
The dinner bell rang.
They ate at separate tables.