Unplanned
UnplannedThe jazz band played too loud in the speakeasy behind the false wall on Forty-Sixth Street, but Clara Whitmore did not mind the noise. She needed the noise. It drowned out her father's voice, which was still echoing in her head from last night's argument."Edward is suitable," her father had said, using the word as if it were a scientific fact. "He has the right connections. Your mother...
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