I ARRIVE AT THE BISTRO before Helen, just like I always arrive everywhere before Helen, and am surprised to see Gladys sitting alone at a table. I am about to walk over and ask if she’d like some company when Nate Rodriguez comes in and makes a beeline for her table. I am intrigued by this and can’t resist the temptation to watch them. He is obviously smitten and is constantly trying to look into her eyes, hold her gaze, reach out and touch her hand. She seems a bit resistant, though she does let him rest his hand lightly on hers for a moment.
I am processing this when Helen walks in and plops down opposite me. “What do you think of that?” I ask, pointing discreetly at Nate and Gladys.
“Think of what?”
“Those two. Nate and Gladys.”
She glances their way and shrugs. “I don’t know that t
