They sat at the table, a family of four, and along came a knock on the living room door.

One stood up on the floor, got up from the table to go to the door.

They sat at the table, a family of three, all of them wondering, “Who could that be?”

They sat and they waited, they waited and they sat, all straining their necks to see what they could see.

One more got up to look for the first,

The other two were busy fearing the worst.

One more got up leaving the last all alone, sitting and worrying, and wondering if anyone else was at home. 

Finally he left, and wandered out the door, leaving just me and the table that once sat a family of four.