The man looked up and took in the sight of the umbrella and the little group clustered beneath it. He sighed.
"I don't have anyone," he said, "not a soul in this world."
Margo didn't know what it was like to sit in an alley with it raining into your coat, but she certainly knew about loneliness. Loneliness was the one thing Margo knew about the most.
"I was wondering if you might like to join us?" she asked him.
It had been a most unusual morning. Margo looked around her and saw that under the red umbrella were some unexpected friends.
And you know the strangest thing? None of them were quite so sad, so confused, so frustrated, or so lonely ever again.