Chapter 11
“I wonder if this year will hold any surprises, Bill?”
“1926 wasn’t so bad for us, at least financially. Hmm, 1927. This is the year I’m up for partnership.
Bill and Margaret sat on the balcony of their apartment overlooking Central Park.
Margaret looked tired and Bill wanted to cheer her up. As they sat at the café table, Bill read the Times as they sipped coffee. He placed the paper on the table and poured fresh coffee. He made a sudden move to protect the newspaper from the breeze.
The view of Central Park usually makes Margaret smile. Bill knew something was bothering her, but waited until she was ready to talk.
“The Times says we're living in the Jazz Age, whatever that means,” he said about an article he read. “The devil’s music. Isn’t that what that preacher spoke a
