And Samuel asked him, “Are these all the sons you have?” “There is still the youngest,” Jesse replied, “but he is tending the sheep.” “Send for him,” Samuel replied. “For we will not sit down to eat until he arrives.”
At a table of people laughing about a story you weren't there for, you can find yourself smiling half a second late and hoping nobody notices. Moments like that can quietly harden into a conclusion: I'm the odd one out, and I always will be.