Epilogue

​Andrew's and my chance meeting over lunch at KFC was the result of sticking my neck out, as I do, and asking a perfect stranger who is alone, to dine with me. Usually I am moved to do so in a fast food or pizza place where we stand in line to order. 

That's where the invitation usually takes place. "Something" will push me to ask the question, "I'm alone today too; would you like to eat together?" 

Andrew's story, our many coincidences told over the table, occupied my mind for several days to the point I needed to call him. My then unreleased second memoir, OPEN FOR LUNCH, in which I relate the lunch stories of many of the lunch strangers I have met, whose poignant declarations begin to inform my own story, was nearing publication and my practice was to send excerpts of a chapter or two. I needed to choose a story.

So I called Andrew. 

Why do you think I called Andrew ?