She died; so did her mother and the three friends sitting with them at the kitchen table.

He turned back to the computer and for a while the three old friends sat in silence, waiting.

The four friends sat in silence, looking at one another.

And a friend of his was sitting with him instantly.

Still, the three friends sat for hours and talked theories.

Old friends would not sit next to him at the cafe.

To them their friend was sitting as if in deep meditation.

I had a lot of friends sitting behind that bench.

My friends, I did not sit about and puzzle out the matter.

My friends sat through it all, never giving a hint about what went on earlier.