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what’s what. Okay, it wasn’t pleasure reading but it wasn’t exactly work either. She was amazed at how good she felt, just reading. She had a pile of work for the next day but for tonight she’d just chill.

Chapter
6
    O n the eastern bank of the Hudson River, across from the Palisades, the town of East Hudson, New York, is a thriving bedroom community about thirty-five miles north of New York City. Like most Hudson River towns it sprang up soon after the pilgrims arrived at Plymouth Rock, when Otto Jenks built a small ferry to transport men, horses, and supplies across a slightly narrower section of the river. Otto called the area East Bank of the Hudson, quickly shortening it to East Hudson, abandoning the Native American name, which has been lost to history.
    Mostly ignored by both sides during the revolution, East Hudson settled into a farming lifestyle, growing fruits and vegetables on small family farms, and raising thousands of cows, transporting their produce and livestock down the Hudson River by barge to the constantly hungry city at its mouth. Grapes became a substantial cash crop once a serious vintner named Elias Peters arrived and started the East Hudson Winery in the middle of the nineteenth century. Grand homes flourished, some for summer getaways, others for year-round flight from the heat and cold of New York City. Not as grand as the cottages of Rhode Island, they were still large and opulent.
    When the railroad overspread the area, factories took advantage of inexpensive power from Niagara Falls and cheap transportation to sprout like mushrooms up and down the Hudson, making everything from hats to shoes, from stoves to elevators. A mixture of German, Italian, and Irish immigrants slowly moved north to provide cheap labor and many of the large East Hudson farms and estates were broken into smaller homes and apartments for the newcomers.
    Early in the twentieth century, manufacturing slowly moved south and west, leaving deserted buildings and run-down railroad sidings all along the river to decay and rust. When the area railroads electrified, making short haul commuting practical, East Hudson found its true calling as a refuge for tired New York City workers. With stations in Tarrytown and Mount Kisco to the west, Croton to the south, and Peekskill to the north, the commuter railroads created a firm foundation for the entire county of Westchester, and the river towns gentrified.
    Now a mixture of income levels and ethnicities, the town of twenty-five thousand boasted several main shopping areas, three large strip malls, and an easy commute to White Plains to visit Lord & Taylor’s, Saks, and the hundreds of up- and down-scale stores located there. While cookie-cutter middle-income housing developments grew all around, the older section remained the center of town, with two good Chinese restaurants, three newer Oriental take-out places, Carvel, McDonalds, and two Italian restaurants with countywide reputations. The veal parmesan–eating public was strictly divided—those who frequented Antonio’s and those who flocked to Villa Moretti. Fierce arguments arose, each group extolling the virtues of their favorite antipasto or chicken specialty.
    The center of town life, however, was the Hudsonview Diner. It had gone through several owners before Nick and Maria Micklos took it over several years earlier, and for the last two years the Greek specialties had steadily improved until the pasticcio and lamb kabobs could be praised in the same breath as Antonio’s chicken marsala and Villa Moretti’s veal saltimbocca.
    Now, late Saturday morning, one week after the sudden rainstorm, the four women sat in a booth by the large windows. They’d declined menus and just ordered coffee as they exhausted several subjects: how wonderful the yoga class was, the heat wave, now in its sixth day, and the latest episode of a Monday evening reality show that it turned out all of them