Blue Notes and Golden Chains
The music stopped at eleven. That was how Thomas Washington knew something was wrong. Not because Clara ever missed a night at the Cotton Club. She was not the kind of woman who skipped anything, least of all a night at the club where Thomas played the piano from nine until the morning light turned the smoke in the air the color of pale gold. She would come home after midnight, her hair...
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