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My meeting on Friday afternoon ran over and the subways were running slower than usual. I had no time to go home and change before my meeting with Jay. So, clad in my work clothes—a fire-colored skirt, beige silk blouse, brown jacket, and Prada totes, one of the last handbags Mumma had bought for me—I got off from the 1 train at 110th street and Cathedral Parkway.
The streets were wider and the buildings around had a lot of character in this part of the city. But I didn’t see families pushing strollers, walking dogs, or business professionals settling in for coffee meetings at any of the cafes. I was irritated that Jay had picked a spot in an out-of-the-way neighborhood for a 4 p.m. meeting.
The time was 4:20 p.m., and it was still bright out. The trees were a vibrant shade of ye
