The Foreign Color

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The Foreign Color

Every Wednesday at two o'clock, I took the train from Penn Station to the Plaza Hotel, where Victor had a suite with a view of Central Park and a record player that played Gershwin. He called me his dear bird. I called him Uncle Victor. This was the language of our arrangement. The suite was not a room — it was an apartment, really. A sitting room, a dining room, a bedroom that I was not...

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