A piece of nothing.

 Here is a short diatrabe, with no foundation, just a top of the head writing for those to question what it is about and where it is going.  No end, is planned and it starts quite abruptly. enjoy.

He walked into the crowded room, glancing at the well dressed people with apprehension and distain.  This was not his type of place.  He would rather be sitting at home reading a good book, or hiking a winding mountain trial.  Instead, he was here in the city with a roomful of people.  It wasn't right, but what could he say?  This was her choice, and she was entitled to her do with her life as she chose.  He just wished she could understand that he liked being alone, not caught up in this messy tangle of dogs.  That's what these people were to him, dogs, eating at each other to rise to the top.  They made him sick.

He took a seat at on of the corner tables in the back of the room, yet near enough to the door so as to step out without calling to much attention to himself should he choose.  The bright florescent lighting hurt his eyes and the intermingling chatter of those in the room interfeared with and clouded his thinking.  He sat quietly and observed others as they talked idlely with one another.  Most of the women wore to much makeup and perfume and the men boasted too loudly and flashed fake smiles.  All of them demanded attention if not in words, then in form.  All of the makeup, clothes and bravado being nothing more than masks which they hid behind.  They made him sick.

A light touch on his shoulder brought him back to himself and he turned to see who had interupted his distaining perusal.  It was not her, and he was momentarily releaved, because, he wished to greet her as a gentleman on his feet, not seated in a corner lost in his own thoughts.  Sir?  I am sorry to disturb you, I was just asking if you wanted anything?  Coffee, something to eat perhaps?  It was a waitress, and she, he could not help from thinking, at least she was human.  I err..no, I don't think so.  He replied.  Alright, if you change your mind, just let one of us know, she said.  She turned tward the next table and began to walk away.  The mention of food, truth be know, had reminded him that he had not eaten anything since breakfast.  Nor had he taken his medication which was several hours overdue as well.  Considering this, he changed his mind.  Miss!  The waitress turned back tward him with a half smile on her lips.  Yes?  I have changed my mind.  If it's not to much trouble, could you bring me a glass of milk and a piece of apple pie?  You do serve apple pie?  He asked.  Of course!  She laughed.  Anything else?  No, that is all, thank you.  No problemb, she replied.  I will have that to you shortly, she announced.  Then with another smile, she left to complete her rounds and fill his order.

An hour had passed and she still had not arrived.  He had just finished his pie and was fumbling with the lid on his medication bottle when he noticed a inperceptible change in the atmosphere of the room.  He glanced arround, and saw that several others too had noticed and sat facing the front of the room with quiet expectation.  It reminded him of the calm before the summer rain storms which happen frequently while on his many walks, where the birds and other animals would hush or flee into thier homes in anticipation and preperation.  He definatly did not want to be caught in this storm.  He did not mind rain, but this was a storm of humanities making, which he preferd to be left out of.

Gulping his milk to wash down the medication he had just taken, he tossed a few bills on the table, then he stood and prepared to leave.  She had not come, as he had expected, which was not like her? He had expected to meet her here, as she had requested?  He had sat here for an uncomfortable hour watching the door and she had not shown up.  He decided he was going to leave and call her in the morning and appoligize.  Yet, he still did not know why she, his daughter, had wanted him to come to this place.  She had just said she wished for him to meet her here. He would have prefered to meet with her at his home in the country, without all of this noise, confusion and fake people.  She insisted that he come into the city and be here, so he had come.  Having stood, he now had a more comanding view of the room and he almost choked on the mouthful of milk when he saw her standing at the front of the room near the podium.  The storm had arrived, and she was leading it!