Wednesday, 6 p.m.Several scenarios ran through Kate’s mind since she agreed to come to New York. More appeared when she was on the way. They all, though, ended in the exact same place. If she did not accept Suzanne for who she was, and thus accept Mary for who she was, her daughter would be gone forever. All roads led to this exact same place.
Whether it was the irresistible force or the immovable object, it was her faith. It was who she was.
She sat at the table alone. The waitress had cleared away the other drinks and Kate was still nursing hers as the restaurant filled. She added twenty dollars to the sixty Tom put down on the table and put her Channel bag over her shoulder, rolled her travel bag across the room and carried it down the stairs, and hailed a cab to take her to her bouti
