I didn"t like showing up to dinner invitations without an offering of some sort, so I grabbed my keys and headed to the market on the corner. The proprietor of Albert"s Market and Deli was none other than Bob, Albert"s son and a connoisseur of fine wines; thus he stocked the market with quite a selection. Since I had no idea what Justine had on the menu, I decided to buy a red and a white. After a jovial discussion with Bob about baseball (the Giants were his second love, wine his first), I explained my dilemma and he helped me select two bottles of moderately expensive wine. The whole trip took less than twenty minutes, giving me several hours to kill before I was expected for dinner.
The day had informally introduced me to two very strange people: Edgar, the mysterious assistant of Fred
