Dear Lola,

The day my divorce became final, I took two of my best friends out for a drink. These two had never met before, but I wanted their joint support at this moment of transition. Well, we’d barely sat down at the table when they started undressing each other with their eyes, fondling each other with their feet, eating off each others’ plates, and generally making me feel like persona non grata. It got so icky that I left after half an hour. My two so-called friends barely noticed. They’ve been hot and heavy ever since. I feel like I’ve been rejected twice — once by my husband, and once by these two love-birds. Should I tell them?

Miffed in Monkton

Dear Miffed,

Though these two did behave insensitively, your tolerance for lusty displays was undoubtedly diminished by your own circumstances. If it’s still bothering you, let them know. Then put it behind you. You need your friends now more than ever. Don’t cut them off just because their love star rose while yours was somewhere below the horizon.

Love, Lola