Daily Blague

Although they have worked across the street for quite a few years - the street in question being Lower Broadway - Kathleen and Ms G have never bumped into each other in their workday precincts. Ms G's office is in one of the twin Gothic revival buildings just north of Trinity Churchyard, alluringly photographed in The Great Gatsby (1974). You can get into one of them, but not both, I think, from the Wall Street IRT station itself; I keep forgetting to ask Ms G which one she's in. Or forgetting the answer (more likely). Kathleen's office is at 2 Wall, looking down on the spire of the church. That's why Kathleen and Ms G get off at opposite ends of the station. But for some reason or other, they ran into each other on the train today. They had a chat about my coming Remicade infusion (Tuesday; pant, pant) and about "when are we supposed to be getting together? This week or next week? I'll ask Dad." The week after next, I suggested to Ms G, in a pre-emptive call. Stepmother and stepdaughter smiling and laughing, as they usually are together. It may be a small world, but it's pretty neat.