The jury retreated to Gracie Mansion’s parlor, with its warm yellow walls, for dessert. Jorge, the mayor’s chef, wheeled in a cart laden with cakes and cookies. Then he unveiled, with little fanfare, a three-foot-high gingerbread reconstruction of the vanished towers. The shapes were unmistakable. The silence was profound.
“It’s not meant to be eaten,” Jorge said, suddenly shy. “It’s a tribute.”