Sublime

It had a debonair glaze to it, not drinking in New York, that flew in the face of every tenet of A.A. about how to stop drinking. She had not come to the toxic level where she’d have to be straitjacketed to keep away the pink spiders. There was still time, it seemed, to slip bareback onto the golden palomino and ride into the sea, through a tangle

Times are changing. You were right, he wrote. Jews here don’t want Yiddish theater and Yiddish music and good old frolic and fun anymore. They want American things. They want to be cowboys. Even the Negro jazz musicians have grown difficult. Last night was the last straw.

bloviating

Her drinking problem was in robust condition, while Shelby would get halfway through one can of beer and not even finish it. The Forty-Seventh Monday By the forty-seventh Monday morning, Jacaranda knew how “the book” was going to be, what it was going to be called, and how, by snagging like crochet all her little wayward pieces together, she could

“She doesn’t drink,” said Sandy, “except for sherry on her birthday, half a bottle between the seven of us.” Miss Mackay could be observed mentally scoring drink off her list of things against Miss Brodie. “Oh, that’s all I meant,” said Miss Mackay.

ersatz.

Heaven & Earth Grocery Store, the sole Jewish grocery in Chicken Hill.

bucolic