Becca in the Limo

It was cold out, but Becca didn’t feel it.

Her mother would have said it was the martinis and Becca would have laughed and smiled and patted the old woman on the arm as she shook her head. There’s no point in arguing, mother. When has either of us ever changed our minds?

The overhang on the Vanderbilt side of Grand Central kept the rain away, but it did little for the wind. Becca’s camel hair coat did help…