I saw her walking along 5 Ave that night. She’d stopped to look at one of the window displays, must have been Bergdorf, and cocked her head to the right as if to allow the light from the window kiss her left cheek. Nice one, light, very smooth. Change of plans.
“How did you know!!”
“You want the short version, or the long?”
Our smiles sync up. Light’s pissed. Monday.