Hannah then often thought that perhaps this explains the difference in nature between Eleanor and Jesse, she conceived that night. When Hannah passed the skating rink in Rockefeller Center, the memory replayed before her short movie about how a few days before his death, my father brought her here. He bought her skates, and she still felt the gravity boots and sturdy lacing. She wore a black velvet skirt on the red silk lining and white sweater of angora wool. And so far it has remained in the mouth the taste of hot chocolate, which is warmed in a frosty, cold day.