Chapter 10A child wearing striped tights and a white down jacket blows warm air into her gloves as she skates across the ice skating rink toward a woman admiring from the side. “Brava! That was wonderful, sweetie. You're getting better every time. Maybe you should be a professional ice skater.”
“No mom, I want to be like you, I want to perform at Lincoln Center just like you.”
Childhood memories fade with clapping around Rockefeller Plaza's ice-skating rink. The burgeoning crowd applauds a figure skater performing a triple axel ending in a graceful pirouette. I push through throngs of holiday shoppers and head uptown remembering that happy day with Judith. Special occasions with her grew less and less when I learned of her infidelities—her betrayal to my father. Nights when Aiden travele
