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I hadn’t seen her for years – almost five to be exact. We had always shared one of those easy, comfortable reports where the minutes flicked by swiftly in a haze of laughter. But it had been years, and I must admit I was nervous to see her.
As I waited, I found myself settling into a comfortable chat with one on New York’s Finest. He asked, ‘Are you a designer or a photographer? I would guess a photographer because that is one big camera.’
‘No one,’ I said. ‘I am no one special, just a guest.’
As he tries to flatter me with an ‘everyone is someone’ sentiment, out walks Kristy – down the marble steps of Lincoln Center. I recognize her immediately and say to my new uniformed friend, ‘Now, my friend there, she … she is someone.’
