The Last Waltz of Autumn
IThe jazz band played in the basement of the Green Garter, a speakeasy hidden behind a bookshop on Fifth Avenue, and Eleanor Hayes danced the way she used to dance before her knees gave out—like someone trying to remember a language she had been forced to forget.At thirty-one, she was an anachronism in 1925 New York. A former ballet dancer with ruined ligaments, now teaching physical education...
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