Chapter Twenty-NinePARK CENTRAL HOTEL, NEW YORK,
January 25, 1930
“A hundred ’n’ forty-second and Lenox,” Clara told our cabbie. “And step on it.”
It was a few days later, and all was forgiven. Harry grumped about Clara leaving him in the lurch outside the auto show, but she’d apologized and given a lame excuse. “There’s nothin’ to do out on Long Island, Harry,” she told him. “Daisy ’n’ me, we wanted to go shoppin’ and have some girl fun. Lunch at Childs. Stuff like that.”
Amazingly, Harry had agreed to take her out. But he wasn’t happy about it.
“Harlem?” he protested. “I don’t wanna go to Harlem.”
“You’re the only one in the world who doesn’t,” Clara said. “I don’t care if ya come or not. But I’m goin’.”
So Harry came, if only to keep an eye on her.
Ever since Columbia had starte
