am not a joiner. Worse, I’m a leaver. I love that rush of front-porch vacuum quiet when the door to a party shuts behind me. I love leaving group dinners just before someone orders dessert and drags out the whole godforsaken thing another thirty minutes. I’ve been known to get to the intermission of a play and say, “Well, I think I’ve got the gist of it by now.” There’s only so much I can take of you people and your celebrations and that thing where you want me in your life. It’s a lot, okay?
