Mr. Yong Yu and his wife own and run the coffee shop on the corner of Queen
Street. We have become acquaintances. He likes to talk with me, it seems.
Shortly after I started to go there for afternoon coffee, and shortly after he saw
me one Sunday sitting on a bench outside the children’s painting and craft store,
next to his coffee shop, painting a watercolor of the buildings across the street,
he started talking to me whenever I came in. His wife’s name is unknown to
me, and I am not sure if it would be proper to ask what it is.