The Network of Silent Women
The shouting started at ten on a Thursday and lasted until midnight. Margaret Sullivan pressed her pen harder against the notebook and tried to ignore it. The words on the page were supposed to be about the new jazz club opening on Forty-Eighth Street, about the way the young people were dancing the Charleston like their lives depended on it. But the shouting from next door had other ideas. A...
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