Parties to the First PartyIt was a month later. The hug nearly crushed me. I had taken the subway up to 72nd and was in Carol’s apartment just off Broadway and Carol was hugging the breath out of me.
Carol is Kerry’s boss and was my boss when I was a paralegal at Sullivan & Wilson. I came for a cocktail party the firm was holding in Carol’s apartment for the firm’s three Summer associates. Kerry was one of the three.
“I’m so happy for both of you,” Carol, slightly taller than me, was whispering in my ear. I had not seen her since I left the firm for Trallis. I liked the firm, and especially its people, and was instrumental in getting Kerry her Summer associate gig, and their liking her was mutual. Kerry planned on working at the firm after she graduated and took the bar exam. She was a S
