She does not feel young. She holds up her hand and twists her wedding band around her finger. Scott put it on her for the first time on a rooftop terrace in Gramercy Park, a lifetime ago. They were married there by a Unitarian minster, with only their families and a handful of good friends in attendance. The apartment belonged to the parents of one of her stepfather’s colleagues. The ceremony overlooked Manhattan, and she remembers thinking how strange it was to see people walking their dogs in the park below as she was saying, “I do.” It was the most momentous day of her life, and just an average day for those dogs and their owners, cleaning up shit and perhaps glancing up at the young couple on the terrace with their whole lives in front of them.
Joanna Goodman, “The Inheritance”, Harper Collins 2024
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