The Date That Almost Was
Phyllis (Kiki) Sembos
I worked at a bank on Forty-Third and Eighth Avenue as a bookkeeper. I liked my work and, the best part: I could get personal calls on the phone on my desk. I was waiting for a call from a guy I met at Saturday’s Kastorian Society dance at the Hotel New Yorker. He sure was cute! He was Kastorian, which meant he was, probably, a furrier. I wasn’t going to have him call my house. I’d done that before with disastrous results.
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