lip gloss. I ran across the rectangle piece of paperfrom the fortune cookie. I scoffed and crumpling itup. I tossed it on the table.My meal came and I again enjoyed every morsel.While waiting for my bill I noticed a man sitting inthe opposite corner of the restaurant. He wasintent on something in front of him on the table. Itried to see what he was doing but from this faraway, it was impossible. The waitress came with my bill and the inevitablefortune cookie. I couldn’t help myself I had to seeif this would be a normal fortune inside. Crackingthe cookie in half, I scrambled for the paper inside.It was hand written again
, I love you, please callme 555-5555.
Well this was just silly! I tossed thepaper on the table. I quickly paid my bill and left.I stayed away from Ming-Ming’s for several weeks.I met a girlfriend at Tony’s Pizza Emporium, surethe pizza is good, but I missed the Asian fare. Myfriend, Donna, was telling me about events in theneighborhood that were coming up. “Chinese New Year! I don’t know what animal it is this year butthey ALWAYS have a great street party! We sohave to go, Karen.”