12Joyful faces seemed to mock Grace Woo as she walked northbound along Central Park West, almost missing the turn to Tavern of the Green though she had been there countless times. She could not recall seeing so many children here before. Each jubilant laugh or shout cut her ears like a scalpel dipped in acid. She glanced at the text message on her phone and quickened her pace.
For the past dozen years her ex-husband, Marshall Rupert, had been honoring her demand to stay out of her life. That was until a few days ago when he showed up in the lobby of her building. Fortunately, the doorman recognized him. Although lacking specifics regarding the failure of the couple’s marriage he understood the ex-husband was persona non grata as far as the generous woman living in one the building’s most
