I don't have to invite him. He is coming anyway. In fact it probably would not occur to me to invite him- he's somewhere out there- not in my daily life.
He says that he is already standing at the door and knocking. Oh, dear. What's in the fridge that I can make into something presentable for a king? Panic. What shall I do? Dither. Perhaps if I stand in a quandary long enough the knocking will stop and he will go away and I can carry on with what I was doing.
I wonder what he wanted to say to me? What was that thought that would not quite come into my conscientiousness?
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