The last of a brief series on one October week in Her New York's.
We opened at the end.
We close at the beginning.
I had prepared. Just In Case.
Batteries, two transistor radios, two flashlights, kitchen matches and Jade Mountain match books. Many yahrzeit candles.
The old rotary cooper-wiring landline phone plugged in and operating.
The gas stove from the 1940s cooking. With gas. And since we were a short building, with water for coffee or tea or hard boiled eggs.
I had prepared. Just In Case.
Then Just In Case happened.
I was prepared.
But there was no way I could have prepared for the luck of love and friendship unfolding evenings into storytelling and quiet conversation.
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