Chapter 73
- “I’d love to,” I said. “I want all the fresh air I can get.”
- Hand in hand, we went over to the balcony. It was a beautiful summer’s day in New York, the air warm enough to be pleasant but not hot enough to be overbearing.
- “Look at it this way,” she said. “You’re going to miss the dog days of summer when the temperature’s over a hundred and the sun hits the bags of garbage on the sidewalk.”