They went to the Metropolitan and then they bought deli food and sat outdoors at Rockefeller Center. Florence browsed the Japanese bookstore and exclaimed over the cover designs and took notes on elegances she might like to use on her web site, and even bought one or two books to show to the designer. Florence hadn’t grown up with all that, but she had adapted. Just as everyone was adapting just now.
The undines came up through the deep blue-green waters and smiled their inhuman smiles, and Stavros offered them morsels: sushi this time, at which they smiled with their pointed teeth and took it in cold long-fingered hands.
Florence looked at her, considering. “Just like feeding the ducks.”