The Jazz Reckoning
The Jazz Reckoning The piano played something that sounded like sadness trying to be happy and failing, which was, Evelyn thought, the most honest thing about jazz. She stood in the wings of the Hartford Connecticut Playhouse stage, listening to Jack Calloway III play in the lobby, and considered leaving. Not because she didn't want to hear him — God help her, she wanted to hear him more than...
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