The Cafe

Do you remember how I wrote that ‘blog’ about you? It wasn’t very long ago.  Today I checked it and someone had ‘commented’ asking some very intimate questions about you. I would have ignored it except it made references to things about you that I don’t remember mentioning.

I replied telling the person that I would meet them at a coffee shop and talk to them.

 The café was a little, run down outside place with a good feeling to it. It was empty save for an elderly man sitting in the sun with big sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

He glanced up as I came in, “Bernie Milton?”

I nodded. We talked about you for a while, he told me he was related to you so I invited him to come and visit you.

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