I was driving cross country and had pulled off Interstate-80 in search of something more satisfying than a chain-restaurant meal. I really can't recall much about Rick's Café in New Paris, Indiana. But I will never forget the woman I met there."I hate eating alone," she said. "Don't you?""Why not join me?" I asked, gesturing to the empty chair. Rachel was in her mid-20s. She had pale green eyes, an unruly mane of auburn h...