Dinner with Edward: A Story of an Unexpected Friendship

by Isabel Vincent

It was dated “Friday 2:38 a.m.” and written to finally address the heartfelt letter I had written to him some weeks earlier. Edward’s letter said, in part, “The thought you expressed that I am not as understanding of the depth of feeling I have made on you in our friendship leaves me querulous, somewhat sad.” He went on, “It is not easy to appreciate how much strength we expend in establishing and maintaining relationships of varying depths. And when young enough for our bodies to create the energy needed to exist, we take it for granted without analyzing this fact of life. But let me tell you that this age I’m into now is revealing a lot of things I never imagined existed.”