"Eat, that's your favorite?," he had said.

I was dumbfounded!

"My favorite?," I asked, looking at him.

He just nodded his head.

Curiously, I uncovered the plate.

Oh, goodness, it was truly my favorite! The salad was prepared in the exact manner I was always prepared it, while the chicken fried at the level I would have done. Impressive!

…but who was he?

That left me with so much to ponder on. Aside Hugo, his mother, the maid at their house, Johnny, his mother, Wallace, Mandy and my parents, no one else had the faintest idea what my favorite meal was. Certainly, the masked man did not look like any...