“This was a good idea,” I say. He nods, still looking straight ahead. “Yeah. I’m just sorry it took you getting upset for me to have it.” “That’s okay. You guys see Central Park every day from the living room windows. I imagine it’s hard to notice what’s so close sometimes.” That makes his lips curl, but it doesn’t look like a happy smile. “Yeah. Hard to see, indeed. Isabel… I didn’t read what you left for me last night.” “Oh.” He turns and looks at me, and I recognize the conflict in his hazel eyes. He’s, somehow, again the man I’ve met through Connie and saw over the years, determined and in
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