The Resonant Heart
The Resonant HeartAct IThe party had begun, as all parties on Long Island must, with music. Not the measured, polite music of a drawing-room ensemble, but jazz—brass and rhythm and the kind of wild, desperate joy that only people who have seen the war can produce. Bea Callaway stood at the edge of the terrace, a champagne flute in her hand she had no intention of drinking, watching the lights...
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