The Telegraph Garden
The Telegraph Garden The piano in the ballroom played Gershwin, and the girls in their short skirts spun under the crystal chandeliers like moths drawn to a flame. Alice stood at the edge of the room, holding a glass of ginger ale she had no intention of drinking, and watched the lights reflect off the dance floor. This was what it looked like from the outside—the Jazz Age, the Roaring...
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