Thesidewalklightswerethestarsthatpaintedthedarkstreetslikeangelsplayedinthelatenight.ThecoolbreezybrushofwindthatmadethefallenmapleleafsdancedinthewindasifitwassnowinginthelateOctober.Althoughthetimewaslatepastnineinhourofafterdinner,familiesandcouplescrowdedtheseupscalehipstreetsofNewYorkdowntownHydeParkwithpeopleenjoyingthefestivityoftheseason.Barsandrestaurantswerefullofcustomers,andeveryoneonthestreetswascheeringoftheirlocalteamYankee’sgamebroadcastingontelevision.
Fromacornerlocalbar,abeautifultallslimmidagewomanloudlyexited,withexaggeratedlaughter,sheseemedtohavefewglassesofdrink.
“Peter,Ioughttogohome.Youcancertainlystay,I’lljusttakeataxihome.”
Thetalllady’snameisAliceWinser,sheseemedtobeenjoyingthebuzzofherintoxication,whichrelaxedandfreedherstressmomentarily.
“Yougoinghome?Everyoneisstillinside.Youcan’tleave!”Ahandsomemanofprime,tallandfitcameafterher;hewasAlice’sHusbandPeterBammingham.
Aliceturnedandswungherlongsilklikegoldenhairandslowlyspoke,“Iamgoinghome,youcanjoinmeoryoucanstay.”
“YouknowIcan’tgonow,please.”Thehandsomemanwasquietletdown,heratherhertostaytokeephimcompany.
“Iamtakingataxihome,I’lljustwaitforyouathomewithkids.Don’tworryaboutme.”
AlthoughAliceandPeter’smarriagewasnotanarrangednorpolitical,theywerethegoldencouplewhomhadmeeteachotherinschool;withsimilarelitestatus,wealthybackground,theyunitedasfamilywithtwobeautifulchildrenofaboyandagirlsoonaftergraduationofcollege.
AsPetersilencedinangerandfrustration,Aliceonceagainswungherlonggoldenhair,ataxipulledupthesidewalkandAliceenteredthecarwithoutaword.
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