After the Jazz Ends
After the Jazz Ends I. The envelope was thick and expensive, the kind of paper that cost more than most people weekly groceries. Inside was a photograph, faded, edges curled, and on the back, in handwriting that was careful but not controlled: I found what I was looking for. Eleanor Fitzgerald read it three times, then folded it precisely and placed it in her desk drawer beside a half-finished...
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