A Mother’s Return to New YorkKate was on the six-forty flight to JFK the next morning, after again sleeping in Suzanne’s room. The early departure was no problem; she barely slept. When she arrived at about three-thirty she was met by Suzanne and Kerry, who somehow wrangled yet more time away from their respective jobs. “Maybe,” Kate said to them after hugs, “I can get a job where you work. I’d never have to go in.”
The two girls took a cab from the city and now they hopped in one to head up to Tuckahoe. It took some time to get to the cab, though, since their Mother had checked a large suitcase in. “Just essentials,” she said, “I’ve shipped a load of stuff.”
Kate had a fair bit of things at Mary and Betty’s place. She had only brought a carry-on when she first came to New York and after
