Under Starlight
I came to Long Island because the city was suffocating me. Chicago in 1925 was all stock tickers and brass bands, a place where men measured their worth in dividend checks and women measured their dresses in yards of silk. I had just published a book of short stories that sold three hundred copies, most of them bought by my mother, and I was twenty-six years old and entirely unsure of what I...
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