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A bit of frothy landscape greenery pointed the way, to the way she intended to go— carrying her cardboard box— and she was not meant to see her husband again, nor did she want to. But she did say aloud, “I thought so! You’re here!” She counted ten geese promenading on the cobbled walkway of Fifth Avenue, plus her husband, and when the geese reached the park’s access point, the troop entered single file— her husband, at the back of the line, managing to keep up with them. Such crude attention-grabbers, the woman was thinking, as an ornate chimneypiece on a dolly interrupted her line of sight— a crude attention-grabber, too. …