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September 19, 2007
Attending a hosted reception (by invitation) sponsored by the New York Mercantile Exchange, Lydia knew she was nearing the pinnacle of success. The little girl from podunktown, gazed down into the Manhattan nightlight from the 30th floor of the recently opened World Trade Center.

Nurtured and mentored by one of the best giftware buyers on the west coast, her knowledge and self-esteem had blossomed. Still, as she drifted among the unknown faces, while observing her mentor gladhanding many, Lydia was alone. When an arduous and distant young man moved her into isolation, she countered with what always worked, “very married.”