(The New Morse Hotel Chicago, circa 1970) What if after Browne has gone one of us discovers who Browne was, leads the rally to his room before the maid has time to broom the webs, retrieve from underneath the bed the sweat-stiff socks, the lemon underwear? What if before he leaves Browne scrawls across the …
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