He is sitting at the lunch table when I get there, having planned to check out the food (which was pretty good).
“Hi, how are you?” I ask.
He slowly turns to look at me, blankly. I repeat, slower, “how are you?”
“Donald Malcolm. I was Donald Malcolm.”
A long pause and a few stammers.
“I … will be Donald Malcolm, after I get through this.”
So we ate lunch.