I had seen her in the restaurant before and we had exchanged friendly greetings, but I have no idea who she is. Thursday night, though, we had a longer conversation. She’s intelligent and friendly, but a little reserved.
We talked a little about the days we had at work. She’s 72 and still works in a sales job. (I would have thought she was 10 or 15 years younger than she is.) We talked a little about family and I told her about the recent death of my father. But after about 10 minutes of friendly conversation, she surprised me.
“You need to get married,” she said with quiet certainty and with no context.
“Oh, I’d like to, but I don’t seem to have found the right woman who’s willing to put up with me,” I said, trying to turn it into a light joke.
“You’re going to be married,” she said. “You already know her.”
‘I know who you are,’ she said. ‘Do you know who you really are?’
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