The Passing Game
The Passing Game The champagne flute caught the light as Clara Whitney moved through the crowd, and for a moment she was not Clara Whitney at all—she was Clara Johnson, born on West 139th Street, daughter of a schoolteacher and a stevedore, the girl who could hear jazz bleeding through the floorboards of her tenement at night. But the flute was real, the dress was real, and the ballroom on Long...
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