Chapter 6

Betty and I spoke regularly,and I met her in Bronxville on a couple of weekends,with her once taking me for a drive upstate—but not too far upstate—where I’d neverbeen and which reminded me a bit of Marin County,with beautiful farmland and quiet towns.

Sunday,April 24,2005,though,was the date we agreed upon to make love.Gerry would be home in Yonkers.The kids would be out doing what they did in those days.Bettydrove down.She got a parking space a few blocks from my apartment on West 83rd.When she came to my door after I buzzed her in,she was ravishing.She wore a turquoise dress that went below her knees.Completely inappropriate for brunch on the Upper West Side.She knewit was special.So did I;I had a raspberry dress.We eachgave ourselves a slight touch of makeup and wore two-inchheels.