We were out for dinner in the salubrious suburb of South Caulfield with two friends and the Brother Friends. The formerly unwell Brother Friend has made a good recovery. Just as dinner was served, something happened in front of my eyes but I did not really see what happened, although I saw what happened. It was like two pieces of flint hitting each other with great force. R had words with the other Brother Friend, stood up and said he was leaving and was I coming? I said no, I am having my meal. He said, I will wait for you. I said no, take the car home. I'll get the tram home. He left. The situation as we ate our meals was tense, with all being falsely jolly. After I finished my meal I checked my phone and R had texted that he was waiting for me in the carpark, having moved the car from the street. I apologised for my early departure from dinner and joined R in the car and on the way home said nothing but idle words.
I was in a bit of shock. The same has happened between them in the past, with R once before walking out of a restaurant, but this time it happened if front of my eyes and I am not sure what I saw except sparks flying and an explosion.
A week or so later, we had a catch up for a friend's birthday at another venue. R sat at one end of the table and the Brother Friends at the opposite end.
Sometimes I am envious of people who care enough to take offence and strongly react. It's just not me.
Just to update, the Brother Friends have been kicked out of their accommodation. After selling their house they rented, paying about $550 per week in Canterbury. The owner wanted the place back. They are paying about the same for the new place they have moved into, in Mont Albert and they are now private renters in a retirement complex.