Rosalind beat her agent to the jazz club by over an hour, deliberately. Rosalind hated meeting with her agent. Her representative, Jack Foster, was a gentlemanly fellow, in fact too gracious for Rosalind’s taste.
Typically drunk, struggling to remember what she did from night to night ... Rosalind crafts and creates as a writer through the fog, typically from a bar stool at a Miami Beach joint.
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