I dreamt of my dead husband, who asked me for a cozonac, adding, 'It's important that you prepare it yourself.' I had this dream three nights in a row until I finally baked it.

We have one exclusive one block from Bee on Fifth and Seventy-third. Prewar. White-glove. Top-notch. His Queen's English posh London accent made it sound extra-fabulous. […] / Do you maybe have any listings that are less? Like ... four million less? I asked, semi-blushing. / Four million or less? Sure! / No, no, no, I said. Not four million or less. Four million less than five point three million, i.e., something in the one-to-one-and-a-half range. / Oh. / Crickets.

Yield the right of way to pedestrians.

Yet as intelligently as Rafferty, back at left-back following her recovery from a third ruptured cruciate ligament, was defending against the dangerous Élodie Thomis her side were up against it.