Pineapple Street


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 A Pamela Dorman Book/Viking
 library of congress cataloging-in-publication data
 Names: Jackson, Jenny (Editor), author.
 Title: Pineapple Street : a novel / Jenny Jackson.
 Description: New York City: Pamela Dorman Books; Viking, [2023]
 Identifiers: LCCN 2022018944 (print) | LCCN 2022018945 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593490693 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780593654705 (international edition) | ISBN 9780593490709 (ebook)
 Subjects: LCSH: Rich people—New York (State)—New York—Fiction. | LCGFT: Domestic fiction. | Novels.
 Classification: LCC PS3610.A3519 P56 2023 (print) | LCC PS3610.A3519 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6—dc23/eng/20220429
 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022018944
 LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022018945
 Cover design: Elizabeth Yaffe
 Cover art: Andy Dixon
 Designed by Amanda Dewey, adapted for ebook by Cora Wigen
 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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 For Torrey
 
 
 
 Millennials will be the recipients of the largest generational shift of assets in American history—the Great Wealth Transfer, as finance types call it. Tens of trillions of dollars are expected to pass between generations in just the next decade.
 —Zoë Beery, The New York Times
 I live in Brooklyn. By choice.
 —Truman Capote
 
 
 Prelude
 Curtis McCoy was early for his ten o’clock meeting so he carried his coffee to a table by the window, where he could feel the watery April sun. It was a Saturday, Joe Coffee was crowded, and Brooklyn Heights was alive, women in running tights pushing strollers along Hicks Street, dog walkers congregating at the benches on Pineapple Street, families dashing to soccer games, swimming lessons, birthday parties down at Jane’s Carousel.
 At the next table, a mother sat with her two adult daughters, drinking from blue-and-white paper cups, peering at the same phone.
 “Oh, here’s one! This guy’s profile says he likes running, making his own 
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 Sasha
 There was a room in Sasha’s house that was a portal to another dimension, and that dimension was 1997. Here, Sasha discovered an egg-shaped iMac computer with a blue plastic shell, a ski jacket with a stack of hardened paper lift tags still affixed to the zipper, a wrinkled pile of airline boarding passes, and a one-hitter with an old yellow lighter hidden in the back of a drawer. Every time Sasha mentioned to her husband that she’d love to put her sister-in-law’s high school ephemera in a box, he rolled his eyes and told her to be patient. “She’ll get her stuff when she has