SaturdaySuzanne and Kerry drove down and found a parking spot on West 89th Street after circling the block only a couple of times. It was Saturday, perhaps thirty-six hours since Simon entered Kate. On Friday morning, a car picked him up early so he could get home, shower—the thought of doing it alone suddenly troubling—and get into the office by nine. They kissed as he left the apartment. He left it for her to ask about getting together again. And when she did, he jumped at the chance, and he said he would meet her for brunch on Sunday and maybe they could spend the afternoon together “outside.”
Kate told Suzanne and Kerry on the phone about her evening with Simon, without naming him, in broad strokes—”he spent the night and that is all I will say”—and the girls were primed for details.
