York Beach, August 1929
That’s my mom’s mom, Mary Broderick, there on the right.
What are you trying to tell me, Walker Percy?
What’s that? You want me to finish The Last Gentlemen now that your dear wife has passed? Sorry pal, there’s just no market for it. (I suspect it was a telemarketer. But seeing as how I didn’t pick up, I’ll never know for sure.)
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