Apparently, I do it rather well. I suppose one shouldn’t need a reason to visit one’s brother, but I have such an aversion to his dismal little flat above the theater that I must find compelling motives to go there at all. Discovering what happened with his muse is one. Telling him about my illne...
‘It’ll just be another reporter looking to get their pound of flesh out of Maggie.’ The interest in Grace’s article about Maggie’s Titanic story had been amazing. Since she’d received the phone call from Professor Andrews to tell her that Bill O’Shea had fallen in love with her article, life had ...
Little Sister is gone—and I don’t know where she can be! Oh, I ain’t never been so afraid nor so awful, awful sad in all my life. What shall I do? Oh, what shall I do? Looked everywhere for her, I have, anywhere I can think she might be—the Garden, the Club Room, the doorways. Even looked down th...