Peter and Isaac were the last remaining of their small, close-knit group. Isaac had been sick for several months, and Peter missed their weekly lunch get-togethers at the Café Sosie. His wife used to warn him he needed new friends. “Those old men are dying off,” she said. “You need to find new mates if you don’t want to be alone at the end.” He tried to explain to her that making friends was hard for men his age. He supposed she won the argument by dying before him. The taxi drifted to a stop in front of the café