And interspersed with these political advertisements, bulletins, pamphlets and documents, in no particular order, I found some of the beautiful posters my father had made to cheer me up or celebrate the accomplishments of my childhood. “Ida Partenza! Ten Wild Lions! One Performance Only! This Thursday! Carroll Park!” “EXTRA! Miss Partenza Emerges Victorious from Third Grade!” I remembered with almost tactile vividness each one of these occasions. Misty eyed, I kept going through these disorganized prints, among which, toward the end of a bottom drawer, I saw the papers. Letter size.
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Not only was Jack spying on her, but he was in cahoots with her father! Fuck.
