By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Eight: “Laugh, Clown, Laugh”
Inside the tent at the end of the pier we watched a bunch of hyper dogs jump through hoops. About a dozen people were in … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Seven: “The Nickel Empire”
The next day, the phone woke me at 9 a.m. It was Harry.
“Do you like hot dogs?”
“Huh?” I’m not at my best when I … Continue reading→
By Roxanne Dent
Chapter Six: “Muskrat Ramble”
“Willie Kasper is a character,” Harry informed me as we hailed a cab across town. “He eats with his mouth open. He’s pushy and loud, but has … Continue reading→
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→