The Jazz of Second Chances
The saxophone wailed through the open window of the Fifth Avenue restaurant, its notes curling through the warm April air like smoke from a thousand cigarettes. Clara Bennett sat alone at her table, the crystal glass before her catching the light of the chandelier and throwing rainbow patterns across the white tablecloth. Richard Van Der Woodsen had left ten minutes ago. Clara stared at the...
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