“Oh, it was just so much fun,” she said in her tilting Icelandic accent, “the marriage, the parties, the divorce. New York City was just so much fun.” She looked over at me with a reminiscent smile and I could see her eyes twinkle at the memories. She meant it. She had no regrets. All that remained were fond recollections of a time long gone.

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