The werewolf visited M.'s cafe. An egg mayo sandwich and a root beer.

I have always enjoyed having a cafe in front of our house. (M.'s cafe--Sa'Wrapped--is actually the second, following Miranda's Cove which we opened in 2002.) I believe it is because I was terribly impressed with the first play I ever watched, when I was five years old, Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island. The first scene was set in the Admiral Benbow Inn, which had a tavern on the ground floor. It was a very cozy set. I loved the door, the tables and chairs, the kegs, the tankards, the lamps, the glass windows.

Treasure Island is not the reason I became a playwright, though. After all, there were hundreds of other boys in Prep, and only I, of that batch, became one.