The Golden Waltz
The jazz played from the corner of the room like water flowing over stones. It was November nineteen twenty-five, and the apartment on Riverside Drive had windows that looked out onto the dark river and the lights of New Jersey on the other side, and the lights were beautiful and Mabel hated them because they reminded her of everything she could not have.She was twenty-one. The wedding was to...
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