But a vague sense of guilt hung over me for the rest of the morning and late into the afternoon. Finally, after a few hours of pounding the pavement and picking up job applications, I realized there was only one thing on my mind that took up equal space with the stranger. It was the dull ache of my empty stomach. I hadn’t had a bite since breakfast.Stopping by the same hotdog vender I visited every time I passed the park, I ordered my usual—two chili-cheese dogs, extra cheese, extra relish. Carlita would have given me The Look but I didn’t care. I’d never been into dieting.I passed on my ten-dollar bill and tried not to actually drool over the plate Bill the Hotdog Man shoved at me. I was glad my suave mystery man wasn’t here now to see my eyes bugging out over a couple buns stuffed with chili.Struck by a sudden thought, I said, “Hey Bill, what do you do when you don’t know who you are?”Bill paused in slapping relish over a hotdog and squinted at me. It wasn’t particularly sunny out, but Bill always squinted.“What d’ya mean?”
