naked and that was after she married him. She wanted desperately to open the magazine again. But as she looked up, she caught the young man in the tight jeans looking at her and she froze.
Luckily, she heard the conductor announce Grand Central Station. She rose in a casual way and put on her fur coat. She just as casually left the magazines on the seat as she walked to the front of the car not turning to look at the young man in the tight jeans as she passed. She wondered if he looked at her.
Once onto Forty-second Street, she stopped to stare at all of the people hurriedly passing by.
 “They all seem to be going some place, someplace with a purpose.”
 She thought of what her day would have been like if she hadn’t come to the city.  Perhaps a bit of laundry, some game shows on TV and, since it was her birthday, the requisite calls from friends.
She began to walk west with a purpose towards Times Square, all of the while trying desperately to take in all of the sights and at the same time trying to look like she was so concerned about where she was going that she couldn’t possibly have time to see or hear anything.
When she reached Times Square, she tried to remember what one of these magazine articles said.  She remembered the line: “open a new window.” It had been taken from the title of a song in the play Mame.