Her fingers felt clumsy, but the collar button slipped free. “Wake up!” Her heart banged away in her chest. To reach his collar, she climbed up, kneeling next to him to work at loosening his tie. Are you okay?” She shook him before realizing she’d rushed in. Illuminated by a too-small table lamp, a man lay sprawled, face up, across a tall iron bed. “Stay here, buddy.” She stood in the hallway and listened, then rushed to the first room she found and peeked behind a partially closed door. Henry covered his ears and shrank into the seat. The voice was strained and sent her to the door to listen. She was suddenly too tired to move, but an odd sound – like a man calling for help – made her hold her breath. Maybe they need a telescope to see what’s right in front of their starry eyes. Until Julian and Clara put their heads together for more than dancing the Black Bottom, their big-as-the-night-sky dreams are on target to fail. Clara is asked to fill in as nightclub entertainment, but her good intentions set her up as accomplice in the blackmailing of a government man who makes the real thugs look classy. Full-time Astronomer, and part-time sharp dresser Julian Dyson didn’t discover Pluto but he does discover a nasty case of self-righteousness when a former Ziegfeld Girl’s folly threatens his good name.īroadway understudy Clara Longworth and her peculiar younger brother are on their way to a new life in Hollywood when they are stranded along Route 66. The Englishman would look back one day and blame it all on Jazz…įlagstaff, Arizona 1930.
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