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I called for a taxi and left Carrie’s around seven. I was in no hurry to see Megan. Something was pulling me to the George Washington Bridge where Kevin had jumped. I had gone to the site immediately after the incident but steered clear of it ever since, sometimes even detouring out of the way, to avoid it. But the pull today was too strong to resist, almost like I was on automatic pilot unable to maneuver the controls. I couldn’t tell the cabbie where I wanted to go without drawing some questioning stares or fabricating some kind of explanation, so I gave him a couple of cross streets to get me in the general area. Being unable to drive had its own series of complications and I cursed myself for getting the DUI. Life was complicated enough. I didn’t need to pile on. Fortunately, the c
