A Jazz Club Story A Jazz Club Story - "There's a line for the women's room," she said to me as she shut the door behind her. She grinned mischievously at the sound of the click when she pressed the lock. "I didn't feel like waiting." (This is the second of five Jazz Club stories.) / (Reviews)
My fourteen-year-old babysitter is developing nicely, and is at that age where, as the child of a single mother, she is looking for a father figure -- or something. I devise a scheme to lead her down a path she doesn't see coming, but doesn't much resist, either.