“Where should I meet her?”

     “She’s waiting for you in front of the 9/11 Memorial Museum.”

     With him, still on the phone, I started heading that way.  I noticed, as I passed by, they were getting the podiums set up on the stage, two of them, and the people being organized behind them who would read the names of the dead.  I took intermittent pictures, here and there, on the phone, of what I wanted to remember, until I got to the steps of the 9/11 Memorial Museum.  I approached a woman who was standing alone, separated from the crowd, not talking to anyone. 

     She was average build and height with what looked like long, blonde hair, pu...

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