Chapter Six
“This is where Meg Ryan had her fake orgasm scene in When Harry Met Sally.”
“Haven’t seen that one,” and Cornelia couldn’t think of a single thing more irrelevant to the moment than a fake orgasm—there’d certainly been no need for that last night. The peaks had slammed through her so hard that she could still feel them.
The more she’d traveled on the way to Katz’s, the stranger the experience had become.
Flying in a helicopter for the first time had been fun and General Arnson’s easy kindness had been a pleasant surprise. Starting her first ever visit to New York City by landing at the Downtown Manhattan Heliport had been a surreal element out of the movies; though the chilly wind off the East River made clear that it wasn’t some glamour moment.
Somehow, in all of the year
