Peter and you were often going to underground pubs to listen to some jazz or swing and dance after a long working day. Your husband loved seeing that smile of yours when you two were in the spotlight of the dancefloor, how giggly you were getting after just a bit of whiskey, how everyone envied him for having someone like you as his spouse.

Tonight was no exception.

You were getting ready for going out after New York drowned in the ambience of the rainy night.