‘It’s just like the MacHenry awards.’ Daniel took the chair next to mine, looking around the large, well-lit dining room of the Shelbourne Hotel. ‘Except that this is the upper middle class, not the lower.’ Once more he was wearing his thrown-together tux and once more, since I had no choice in the matter, I was wearing my deep green dress. Fortunately,…
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