The Park Slope mom unleashed an impressively original torrent of expletives—a product of the explosive combination of an Ivy League education and too much time cooped-up in a million-dollar brownstone with only young children and the nanny and the housekeeper. Truly, there is so much suffering in the world. Eventually, Marianna collapsed onto the sidewalk in front of the dry-cleaners and cried. She was normally terrified of Brooklyn sidewalks and tried to avoid touching them. But she was overcome with grief—grief for what her life might have been. Grief, for everything that she had just lost in an instant. She sobbed, her whole body moved by this infinite sadness. Didn’t anyone care? Finally, Ms. Pansy Yoo came out of the dry-cleaners, clearly upset. Or was that Pansy’s sister, Eunice? Marianna could never tell the two Asians apart, for indeed, Pansy and Eunice were identical twins. “Move off my sidewalk! You’re ruining business!” Ms. Yoo shouted. Knowing what this woman could do to her clothes if she didn’t comply, Marianna struggled to compose herself and got up.
