Now I’m at a café that I go to sometimes in the mornings to write. At a table in the corner on the other side of the seating area, having coffee with a friend or with a client, is the man who helped A. and I secure the mortgage for the house that we are now living in. He’s a loan officer, in other words. I see him now and then at this place of business as well as at another establishment in a different area of town, usually in the company of another person, and I always wave to him or say hello. I have only good impressions of him, which is a nice thing to have and to feel. I remember him telling me once about where he likes to go fishing around here.