It's 1943, and the war escalating in Europe and the Pacific seems far away. But for aspiring actress Rosie Winter, the war feels as if it were right in New York City—what with food rationing and frequent blackouts . . . and a boyfriend she hasn't heard word one from since he enlisted in the navy....
Had I been sober, I doubt I would’ve been able to fall asleep. It was so hot in the tent it was hard to breathe. But the temperature wasn’t the worst of it. Unlike the city where I could depend on the noise diminishing to a dull roar once the sun went down, the jungle came alive at night, screech...
What had Tom done with the money from the locker thefts? How could Rhona be both concerned about Tom and willing to take up with someone else to teach him a lesson? Why had she said I was Tom’s type?“Hi,” I told Pop as I came in the door. His own door was open, giving him a clear view of me as I ...
We left dejected. The only thing that had helped me make it through the day was the thought that at least part of the mystery of what happened to Mama might be cleared up. Waiting a week—possibly two—seemed absolutely intolerable. “What about the library?” said Pearl. I mopped my eyes with my sca...
In a rare show of humanity, Walter Friday moved rehearsal to the early evening to give everyone time to pay their respects and to attend the Theater Wing’s Memorial at the Winter Garden. Plenty of grief to choose from. No waiting. Jayne and I dressed in our best show of mourning and arrived ten m...