Road weary from the ride to Disney and hungrier than I can ever remember being as an adult, our party of six quickly descended upon the closest restaurant we could find near our hotel. We were fresh off the road, a nearly three hour drive mixed in with the joy of Los Angeles traffic, when we finally sat down at the corner table. I had not been sitting for long when I noticed all twelve of them sitting at the table beside us. They were noisy, as any large group would be, but it was more than their noise that caught my attention.
The Table of Twelve was familiar to me and, at one time in my life, they had been my people.
I will freely admit I am not quite old but I am not excessively young either. I am thankfully old enough to be well seasoned and wisened…
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