We sit at the small wooden table in the alley outside the swanky restaurant, slanting sunlight falling on her face, her dress, her hands. The cocktail glasses sweat lazily in the August afternoon, each a jumble of ice and mint and the light foam of shaken drinks. Monday traffic eases down Prince Street behind her. The city sounds are a welcome soundtrac…
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