By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Five: “Ain’t She Sweet”
I slept through the night. When I awoke, my arm was stiff. It ached. I had a small scab and an ugly black and blue bruise. … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Four: “A Dangerous Game”
Arturo’s was a speakeasy in the West Village. It wasn’t listed in the phone book. The club drew all the great jazz artists, before … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Three: “A Friend in Need is a Friend Indeed”
I took a cab to 14th Street and decided to walk the rest of the way home. I … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Two: “House of Spirits”
As I dressed, I thought it odd, a famous medium, who must have had dozens of people clamoring to see her, granted me … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter One:“Ivy Sings the Blues”
New York City, 1928
I poured a second cup of java and glanced out the tall windows of my third-floor walkup on St. Luke’s Place. Below people rushed to work. The sound … Continue reading→