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Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Chapter 1 - New York City 2008
  5. Chapter 2 - New York City 2008
  6. Chapter 3 - New York City 2008
  7. Chapter 4 - New York City 2008
  8. Chapter 5 - New York City 2008
  9. Chapter 6 - Connecticut 2008
  10. Chapter 7 - New Haven Connecticut 1936
  11. Chapter 8 - New Haven 2008
  12. Chapter 9 - New Haven 1943
  13. Chapter 10 - New Haven 1943
  14. Chapter 11 - New Haven 1943
  15. Chapter 12 - New Haven 2008
  16. Chapter 13 - New Haven 1943
  17. Chapter 14 - New Haven 2008
  18. Chapter 15 - New York 2008
  19. Chapter 16 - New York 1957
  20. Chapter 17 - New York 2008
  21. Chapter 18 - New York 1962
  22. Chapter 19 - New York 1962
  23. Chapter 20 - New York City 1962
  24. Chapter 21 - New York 2008
  25. Chapter 22 - New York 1962
  26. Chapter 23 - New York 1962
  27. Chapter 24 - New York 1962
  28. Chapter 25 - New York 2008
  29. Chapter 26 - New York 1962
  30. Chapter 27 - New York 2008
  31. Chapter 28 - New York 2008
  32. Chapter 29 - New York 1974
  33. Chapter 30 - New York 2008
  34. Chapter 31 - New York 1974
  35. Chapter 32 - New York 2008
  36. Chapter 33 - New York 1974
  37. Chapter 34 - New York 2008
  38. Chapter 35 - New York City 1974
  39. Chapter 36 - New York 2008
  40. Chapter 37 - New York 2009
  41. Epilogue
  42. Dedication
  43. Acknowledgments
  44. Reading Group Guide
  45. ALSO BY LOUISE SHAFFER
  46. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  47. What’s next onyour reading list?

Chapter 5 - New York City 2008

LEANING AGAINST THE wall of the stoop had started to give Carrie a crick in her neck. She eased herself into an upright position and was feeling around in her pockets for her mother's key ring when she heard a familiar voice say, “I thought I'd find you here.” Carrie looked up to see Zoe, sans hairnet and work pajamas, standing on the step below her.

“I went to that Starbucks on Amsterdam to look for you before I came here,” Zoe said as she sat down on the stoop. “I figured when you realized you couldn't face your mother's apartment you'd stall by having a latte.”

“Starbucks lattes are an evil force sent to destroy civilization as we know it,” Carrie said. “Remember when you couldn't walk around the city without tripping over a Mrs. Fields cookie joint? Hundreds of little mom-and-pop bakeries died because those cookies—which were usually raw, by the way—crowded them out. There was a Hungarian guy who had a bakery over on Columbus that had been there for forty years.”

“Wasn't he closed down for selling drugs?”

“My point is, these plagues are sent to us from foreign lands like California and Spokane for the purpose of stripping the city of everything that makes it the city. Mrs. Fields is now an afterthought, and Starbucks will go the way of all fads, but first it will take out all the old Greek coffee shops, and—”

“And you still can't make yourself go into your mother's apartment,” Zoe said. “Want to know how I know this? First, you're rambling; second, whenever you start pontificating about the Americanization of Manhattan, you're scared about something else; and third, you've been sitting on this filthy stoop for more than an hour.”

“I'll have you know, they clean this stoop every morning.”

“This is New York; they could clean it every five minutes and it still wouldn't be clean enough for you to take up permanent residence on it.” Zoe stood up. “Carrie, either go into your mother's apartment with me now, or go home.”

“Do you have the time?” Carrie asked.

“I made the time.”

Carrie handed Zoe the key ring.