She had to lean out to see the trains that rumbled by on the Grand Central Overpass, and even further out to see the steamers and tugboats that pulled through the dark, restless waters of the Hudson. Susan spent most of the night leaning out the window, watching the life of the city below. She couldn’t sleep. She felt dark and restless like the Hudson—and lonely She wondered if Mum was somewhere out there in the ever wakeful city, missing Susan as much as Susan missed her. Susan finally grew sleepy as the pink light of morning washed the last faint stars from the sky. She crawled back in bed next to Helen and Lucy. The last sound she heard before she drifted off to sleep was the rattle of the milk wagon across the cobblestone street below. The next thing she knew, Helen was jostling her. “Wake up, Susie. Lenny Rubenstein is here, in the kitchen. He says there’s a phone call for you at the drugstore.” Susan struggled to consciousness through a black fog. Then her head cleared.
