As the aftershocks subsided, the city transformed. The relentless hum of Manhattan was replaced by a strange, collective breath. Without the roar of the 4 train or the constant honking of yellow cabs, New York felt naked.
“My Manolos!” Charlotte shrieked, clutching her ankles. “If a crack opens in the pavement and swallows my limited-edition pumps, I am suing the tectonic plates!” 6.6 Sex and the City
Miranda, ever the pragmatist, was staring at her Blackberry. “The subways are down. The bridges are closed. We are officially trapped on an island with eight million panicked people and a dwindling supply of premium vodka.” As the aftershocks subsided, the city transformed
The four women were huddled under a heavy mahogany table at Balthazar , an establishment that usually served eggs Benedict with a side of judgment, but was currently serving pure, unadulterated panic. “My Manolos
“I’ve always said New York is the city that never sleeps,” Carrie narrated, watching her half-full mimosa slosh rhythmically against the side of the flute. “But I never expected it to start tossing and turning.”
“New York is tougher than it looks,” Big replied, stepping into the dim light of her hallway.