The Crystallization of Dorothy Lindsay
She had always been liquid, and she had not known it. Not water exactly, but something poured into the mold of New York society and left to set at the temperature of privilege — yes, that was closer. Dorothy Lindsay had spent twenty years being shaped by the expectations of others, flowing into whatever container they provided: the obedient daughter, the graceful debutante, the young woman of...
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