The Gentleman from Boston
The summer of 1925 smelled of jasmine and prohibition whiskey. Thomas O'Sullivan stood at the rail of the private ferry and watched Long Island approach through the golden afternoon light, his hat tilted at the angle that had once made women smile and now made only strangers glance away. Thirty-two years old, Irish immigrant father, mother from County Cork, a discharge paper in his coat pocket...
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