The Glass Cage of Fifth Avenue
Her wedding dress was blue, like the Hudson in winter. The morning of the departure, Isabella woke before the housekeeper could begin her rounds. The Winthrop townhouse on Fifth Avenue was still in that hour when everything is false and honest at once—the rooms look like themselves only because the shadows have not yet been drawn back. She dressed in the simple black skirt and white blouse she...
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