Two young women, pretty, Asian, silhouetted by the spacious, sun-whitenened Starbucks window, looked my way, and one of them waved. I looked behind me and saw a man with salt-and-pepper hair and an Aloha shirt. He winked. My conclusion: they're together. But, no.
One of the women came trotting up to me. Mr. T________, Mr. T________, don't you remember me?
She brought her friend nearer. This is Mr. T________, the best teacher I had in . . . language arts? English?