“Oh my God, it’s Lisa!” voices rang across the streets as I walked to a nearby restaurant on my own. I am about to go and see my old friend, Jane, who is also a chef. She has excellent cooking skills and has been my close friend from the start. We stopped seeing each other when we were occupied by busy schedules, but we called and talked on the phone once in a while for a few minutes. I decided to go see her today. I enter the restaurant and can’t find her.

“Please where is Jane?” I asked Mark, one of her close associates and only companion. Most of...