EPILOGUE
“Mommy, look!”
The precocious and very excitable Nina Scott jumped up and down, pointing west along Ninety-Sixth Street, her brown curls flying in all directions. The Manhattan skyline was enormous. Eva couldn’t get used to the sight, even though Worcester was not without its own set of tall buildings.
It was early July, around eight in the evening. Eva had promised her six-year-old daughter a trip to the Big Apple. Nina had been fascinated by the heavens from the moment she had first seen a book on the subject. So, when an article appeared on ABC news about the impending 'Manhattan-henge' it became the little girl's mission in life to bug her until she said yes.
As it was, the sun was setting, a huge ball of fire hanging midway down the Western end of the immense road. Nina s
