Kerry: Mary’s VersionA few weeks after I had coffee with Mary and Betty, I sat on the 8:13. Tuckahoe and Bronxville, the stop closest to the part of Yonkers near Sarah Lawrence where Mary and Betty lived, were on Metro-North Harlem Line and the final two stops heading into the City were Harlem and Grand Central. I normally stood. Figuring others could use a seat more than I did and that my trip to 125th Street wasn’t as long as theirs.
I thought of what Mary told me about Suzanne. Suzanne was sixteen when they met on that Thanksgiving. It was the only Thanksgiving she spent with her niece until the one just shared. She loved her niece immediately. She had a good soul and jumped in to quell anything that threatened to expose the rift between her parents on the one hand and her Aunt on the
