The Gilded Bean
The thing about Long Island Sound at dusk is that it turns the colour of old champagne, and on nights like this—late September, 1925, when the summer houses are still warm from July and the autumn hasn't yet decided to arrive—you can stand on the beach at East Hampton and pretend you're in the South Pacific instead of New York State, which is mostly what I was doing, pretending. I was...
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