Andrei’s Feast
I was visiting again, traveling on business from the east coast. Arrived SFO, picked up my rental car, and drove from the frenetic to the pacific, Marcelle’s home, where Andrei had prepared an abundant, wonderful meal. Without his uttering a word, I knew that Andrei had put his all into it, freely, and with a smile. It was an unseflish act of brotherly love. It was an honor.