That Sunday I gathered up a baby bag, loaded Kinsey into the stroller, then headed toward the park. It was only a mile and a half to Lizzie’s house, and while not the quickest way to Midtown, our route moved through Central Park, which was a welcome scenery change over my everyday cityscape.
Kinsey loved looking at the trees, and after about half an hour, we popped out onto Fifty-Ninth Street. I pulled out my phone and found her number before hitting send.
After two rings, the sounds of a toddler screeching hit my ears before her voice came through. “Hey, Roe. As you can hear, Oliver is excited for our play date.”
“Kinsey can’t wait either. She is enamored with Bailey. We’re a block away.”
“Come on up. I let the doorman know you were on your way.”
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