I can remember not so long ago a meal shared between friends.  A meal that would last forever.  It was perhaps the touching of two souls.  The mystery of it all.  Her effervescent laughter that pained my cheeks.   A laughter that would be unequalled. 

Our talk and gaiety inspiring others.  Others who wondered, how it could be to behold two people in rapture like we.   How I had scrimped and I saved my last nickel to see her delight.  Her face that grinned enamored with the thrill of what was to come. 

The enchanted meal .

The music and magic were about to unfold.  The smell.   The aroma of  garlic and bread.  A salad that danced of olives and greens.  Finally the gift that reached to the heart.  A platter of jewels fresh from the sea.  A Fra-Diablo orchestra, having sections divided in to lobster and shrimp.   One bite and you'd  know of our special  affair.  The closeness of a Grandmother and her grandson wherever, forever there...... there....