The New Voices
Clara Monroe stood in the middle of her Upper East Side apartment and counted the money for the third time that morning. Seven thousand dollars. It would last six months if she was careful. Maybe eight if she was very careful. The apartment was too big for one person. It had been her uncle's, and he had left it to her with the stipulation that she use it for "cultural purposes." Clara had...
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