The Appearance Of Annie Van Sinderen (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
I breathe as I blunder down the front steps of our town house and flop into the street. A carriage rattles by, and I throw myself out of its way. The horse, a bay mare with a grizzled muzzle, rolls its eye at me as it trots past. I round the corner from First to the Bowery, into the morning crowds of the avenue. The traces of last night’s revels have vanished, which is odd—I’d expected wet bunting and a stench of spoiled beer. Well, the stench of beer is there, but it usually is. Beer and urine and the salty smell of seawater, even though we’re well inland from the waterfront. At least we’re far enough in that it doesn’t stink of fish. Men stroll by in twos and threes, some women, too, and in front of the butcher shop a puppy steals a ham trotter and endures the abuse of a pigeon for his trouble. The day is cool and windless, and the sky is an unbroken palette of white. “Hot corn!” a yellowish mulatta waif hollers to the men bustling by.
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