The Bike Ride
I had an interesting encounter. I’d spent most of the day outside while Jeff and Julie were stuck in front of their computers. Emma and I walked King for several long blocks. Emma and King were tired when we got back to the brownstone, but I felt a sudden burst of energy. Without giving it much thought, I pulled my old bicycle from its home in the garage and decided to take it for a spin. I rode toward downtown, through Lennox Hill and Midtown, looping through Central Park and ending up on the Upper West Side. Before I could even fathom the thought of seeing my ex-husband, there he was, sitting at a café with a young woman who is maybe five years older than Julie.
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