Chapter XXVIII, where Adele's double shares her thoughts

I always sit at the same table. Last time I was here (and, of course, Adele), I left my lighter on the table; the waitress returned it to me today. I warmly thanked her - I mean, it was a really warm 'thank you'. I thanked her not only for the gesture itself, but because our lives were connected for a second and I thought about the letter Adele wanted to leave here the other day. I don't know the waitress's name and I don't think she knows mine, even though I pay for coffee with my VISA. If I ask her what her name is I'm afraid I'll mess something up, or something will be lost, although I'm not sure what exactly.

I've been coming here every Monday and Wednesday for the past two months. Maybe she wonders why. She may have some weird explanations about my coming here twice a week. Maybe she doesn't think about that at all. But if she does, what do you think she thinks? Really, I'm asking. I always have books to read, this notebook and sometimes I bring my camera with me.

It's warm and sunny but there's no humidity, so it doesn't feel that hot. It's now 82F. There's something about autumn mornings (remember I live down the Equator, opposite from where Adele lives). They're silent and everything seems to stand still, almost as if time had stopped.

Text message to him: "Are you hungry?"
Text message from him: "Yes!! How'd you know?"

He's always hungry. It made me smile, almost laugh, and I felt happy for a second, ant time started 'moving' again. I wonder whether life's supposed to be made of a bunch of little moments like this - happy or sad - or whether I should expect more from life. I'm scared to think there's more to life because then I wouldn't know what I'm supposed to do to get whatever this bigger - greater - thing is.