Random timing, or fate?

I told you I wouldn't post very often but today I experienced another weird Eureka Moment. I am editing Dead on Her Feet, wondering how my Argentine psychoanalyst - who is also a former guerilla fighter - would react if my heroine, Antonia, asked him to talk to her young nephew about curbing his violent behavior. Just then the phone rings, and my artist friend from Argentina is on the line, just to say hi. We talk. He wants to know how the book is coming along, and offers to help in any way he can. Neither of us can imagine how he can help. Then I realize, I have this question about the Argentine psychologist ... and it turns out my artist friend had family who were Montoneros ...