Meet Up

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I remember that I met another young woman along my route in the West Village. I don't remember much about her, but I do remember that we walked together. She was kind of lost and was also trying to get to the ferry terminal. I told her that I knew the city very well, and she could stick with me.

I don't remember much about her, unfortunately, certainly not her name. We lost track of each other once we got to the ferry terminal and I found my mother in the crowd (something which still surprises me).

I cut us through the Village to get to the West Side Highway where we saw a bus that seemed to be waiting for us.