The Pizza Connection - an excerpt from my novel A long Slow Aftermath

The Pizza Connection - an excerpt from my novel A long Slow Aftermath
The Pizza Connection - an excerpt from my novel A long Slow Aftermath
The Pizza Connection - an excerpt from my novel A long Slow Aftermath
The Pizza Connection - an excerpt from my novel A long Slow Aftermath
The Pizza Connection - an excerpt from my novel A long Slow Aftermath
The Pizza Connection - an excerpt from my novel A long Slow Aftermath
The Pizza Connection - an excerpt from my novel A long Slow Aftermath
She said Americans danced as though they were apologizing to the floor. She taught me the Viennese waltz, which turns to the left far more than it turns to the right, so that the whole ballroom seems to be forever coming back to the place it began. #excerpt
I spoke German the way a fish swims. My mother, Anna Kessler of Linz, had married a farm-implement salesman named Reuter in 1904 and never once, in the kitchen of our house on Bluff Street, spoke English to me before I was six. #excerpt
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Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
I met Lotte because of a piano. The Kino on Josefstadt Street still ran silent pictures that summer, though the talkies were coming and everyone knew it. She played for them, alone, in the pit, eight hours a day, improvising along the way. #excerpt
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Her German was a Linz German, soft at the edges, with the old courtesies still attached. I had carried it across the Atlantic like a jar of something she'd packed, and when I opened it in Vienna it turned out to be the real thing, still good. #excerpt
The maples had turned, dropping half its leaves, the yard turning into a rust-colored mess. After a while Peter came out and sat beside her, and neither said anything, and she was struck by how large he seemed to be, by how much room a grown son could take up on a step. #excerpt
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Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.