"Oh, yes," he said. "Don't you?"
"Well, I just was told about a sign, Chapter Eleven, do you know it?"
The man's face became blank quite suddenly and he looked at me with the oddest expression.
"You know about that?" he enquired.
"I know of it," I said. "I don't know anything about it."
The man brushed himself off and collected his material which included a diary as well as note cards.
"I'm sorry you're leaving," he continued. "I would love to sit down and talk. Perhaps another time."
"Oh, I have time," I said. "I'm retired. I have all the time in the world."
"So am I," he laughed. "Wonderful, isn't it, to be put out to pasture."
We both chuckled, but decided to take a table outside since the inside was so crowded.
"Let's hope a smoker doesn't violate our space," he laughed. "I'll get my coffee and be right back. Do you mind keeping an eye on my stuff?"
"Not at all," I said.
As I sat waiting for the man, I thought about what Mrs. Kennedy said:
"It all begins at Starbucks."
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