I was on an 8th Avenue bus in NYC when the woman beside me tapped my arm. "If you were me," she said, obviously perplexed and needing an instant opinion, "would you leave New York and live in Anguilla with a man you haven't seen in 30 years?" Her question sparked a lively conversation since she was a lifelong New Yorker. We were middle-aged women, divorced, anxious for an exciting lifestyle change and strangers. We decided she should try him out for a few weeks and experience island life. I gave her my card and asked for updates. Several months later, she called. "Strange how I didn't notice his slight hump and that he used a cane," she said when detailing their erotic Caribbean love affair. She'd call again if she decides to leave New York. We'll probably never meet again. But I was glad to be the good listener she needed during her contemplative bus ride.
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