Bernie delivered me to Suffern, from where I took a train back to the City. The agreement was to meet Mom at the Metropolitan Museum at 5 pm—that's where her daylong tour ended. So, I changed the subway lines under Times Square just before 5, maybe at 4:52 pm
. Someone on the 4/5 platform was rambling loudly about how the world was going to immediately end and we were all going to burn in hell, which made me considerably uncomfortable.
But for some reason Mom decided to go back to where the tour started,
Battery Park. Her cellphone decided to go on AT&T again, so I couldn't reach her, and when she tried to call me using the tour guide's phone, I was already in the subway. So, I didn't get the message until Lani called me as I was closing in on the MMA after 5. I turned around and went back into the subway and collected Mom in Battery Park around 5:40, and by the time we got to the hotel it was already 7, too late to go do dinner with Lani and her relatives. Mom and I just ate at the Marriott's bar.