Okay, I said. I'd hoped to avoid this, but... Bill, I rescind your invitation into my house. Bill began walking backward to the door, a helpless look on his face, and my brush still in his hand. Eric grinned at him triumphantly.Eric, I said, and his smile faded. I rescind your invitation into my house. And backward he went, out my door and off my porch. The door slammed shut behind (or maybe in front of?) them.