They met at a 2021 Labor Day cookout in Quogue. That they agree on. They’ll argue over the exact time. “It was quarter past delta,” she says. “No,” he’ll correct softly, “it was quarter of omicron.”
Shauna Singleton Meagher Nguyen Glickstein (the bride will keep the name of her third husband) had loved the pandemic life. Barricaded in her Two Bridges brownstone, bingeing Hulu on her second husband’s password, flirting through her mask twice a week with the FreshDirect guy, she felt she had found her best self in her mid-50s. Or, as she coined it, “Studio 54½.” The TV never yelled back, and every phone call went straight to voice mail after her lilting pre-recorded greeting: “Yeah, what?”
