Natalie
18
I shouldn’t have worried. We’d had the perfect day in New York City.
We had dropped Totle off in Penn’s apartment and then wandered the city. Penn took us to all of his favorite haunts—a coffee shop that was to die for, a sushi restaurant that I would have dreams about, and even an art exhibit that he and Amy swooned over for a full hour. We’d listened to a musician in Washington Square Park and watched an impromptu flash mob on the subway, and now, we were walking Totle around Central Park as the sun set on the perfect day.
Melanie was eating an ice cream cone as we walked down the stairs toward Bethesda Fountain. In our hours of walking, she hadn’t complained once all day about the high heels on her feet. I wanted to complain, and I was in flats.
“I wish I could eat like
