“Jennifer Atkinson, first date with her second husband three years after their divorce. ‘I feel so stupidly happy and giddy with hope tonight! What if it all works out somehow? What if this is how a new life takes hold and fills itself with meaning at last? Oh, I know I’ve had too much champagne. But pour me another glass. And another and another, so the night will never end!’ But it did end. And the new life did not arrive, alas. Trenton, New Jersey, September 1978.” Pencil sketch.