April 1926, Part 2
Julia snorts a couple of lines with a handsome stranger, then a queue forms outside her door. Her best friend's father Harvey helps clean up the situation.
“Hiya, angel; want a drink?” “No dice, bub. I just finished convincing my best friend to lay off the sauce.” “Smart kid. That stuff is nothing but trouble.” Julia looked the man up and down. He was older, maybe around thirty? He wore a sharp charcoal gray double-breasted suit with pinstripes, along with a white shirt and a bright red necktie and matching pocket square. Both his patent leather shoes and his dark brillianti...
