We made our way through the thick brush, undergrowth, and the trees until we came to a wooden post fence with barbed wire.

She quarreled with Tom about which way to turn at a fork in the path; they clashed again when she spotted a No Trespassing sign on a fence post and wanted to see if there was a house beyond it.

According to the prologue in a galley copy of “Angel at the Fence, ” Mr. Rosenblat entered a contest in The New York Post for the “best love story sent in by a reader.”