Frances and Bernard meet in the summer of 1957.
The city is a wonderland for young people with dreams: cramped West Village kitchens, parties stocked with the sharp-witted and glamorous, taxis that can take you anywhere at all, long talks along the Hudson as the lights of the Empire.
They find their way to New York and, for a few whirling years, each other.
Soon they are immersed in the kind of fast, deep friendship that can change the course of our lives.
Afterward, he writes her a letter.
Frances and Bernard meet in the summer of 1957