“My Manolos!” Charlotte shrieked, clutching her ankles. “If a crack opens in the pavement and swallows my limited-edition pumps, I am suing the tectonic plates!”
“Forget the shoes, Char,” Samantha said, remarkably calm while checking her reflection in a silver butter knife. “I was mid-sentence with a very handsome structural engineer when the floor started shimmying. If the world is ending, I’d like to be at least two blocks closer to his apartment.” 6.6 Sex and the City
Carrie walked home through a landscape that felt like a movie set after the crew had left. People were out on their stoops, sharing bottled water and charging cables. For once, no one was looking at their phones—they were looking at each other. “My Manolos
Miranda, ever the pragmatist, was staring at her Blackberry. “The subways are down. The bridges are closed. We are officially trapped on an island with eight million panicked people and a dwindling supply of premium vodka.” If the world is ending, I’d like to
The four women were huddled under a heavy mahogany table at Balthazar , an establishment that usually served eggs Benedict with a side of judgment, but was currently serving pure, unadulterated panic.
