CHAPTER 11
More hours of daylight and the end of our fiscal year meant things slowed significantly at work over the summer. Or at least, they slowed enough that twelve-hour days became a waste of time instead of a necessity. Designers worked hard on the winter line, making them less available for meetings. Several members of the board traveled, leaving me to helm a half-empty ship. Instead of eighty-hour weeks helping me pretend I wouldn’t be going home to an empty apartment, I found myself looking for reasons to stay past five o’clock.
The summer dragged at first, but by the beginning of July, Tara made a list of ridiculous things to do in New York City and we attacked it with a vengeance. On the weekends, we ate at overpriced tourist traps, explored every inch of Central Park, and lear
