Florence is ninety-one. She is dying. Atlantic City is dying too. But both were once vibrantly alive. This is a love story between friends who met in a yoga class. "When our l'affair du coeur started Florence was eighty-seven. I was fifty-one. She lived in the city. I lived in the suburbs. She's a black Hebrew, I'm a WASP. We are completely alike . . . During that first car ride when we started talking about everything--we had hardly scratched...