Nancy sat on the observation deck at LaGuardia Airport. In the west the last orange light of December 24th, 1962 lay behind Manhattan. The galaxy of the city’s lights began to play, lights that were supposed to be beautiful, but only served to remind her of why she hated this place. Behind her she could hear the P.A. interrupt “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” to announce again that Northwest Airlines Flight 722 to Minneapolis was canceled due to inclement weather at the destination.
There would be no Christmas at home, no haven of warmth and love, no place of safety.
In her mind’s eye, she could see the mushroom cloud climbing above the Midtown skyscrapers.
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