Spitting Champagne: The darkness descends

"I got a job!" I try to sound upbeat when I say this into the payphone receiver. I turn my back to the hot street full of people and early summer evening traffic. I whisper into the phone, "It's not a very nice place." My boyfriend Neil groans and asks, "Not that place on 28th … Continue reading Spitting Champagne: The darkness descends

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