Jazz Hunter
The party was on Long Island, in a house that cost more than my father made in a lifetime. Crystal chandeliers. A jazz band playing in the corner — four men with horns and a piano and a drummer who hit things with sticks. Women in dresses that shimmered like water when they moved. Men in tuxedos who laughed too loudly and drank too much and talked about nothing with the intensity of...
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