1928; on the fag end of Jazz Age

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Submitted: May 19, 2013

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Submitted: May 19, 2013




1928; on the fag end of Jazz Age  
"I was born in 1904 in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania but I spent most my life in Brooklyn."  Sophia kisses a handsome well to do man in a tuxedo, Santiago, while some months later she meets middle aged woman, Margaret and a moldy thin man, Doctor MIller carries is bag.
"My mother, Layla, I call her by her first name, my brother, George and I moved to Lynbrook on Long Island to live with my grandmother, Mildred Hildreth Smith  after father left us."  A middle aged fat man, Jerry Barnes gropes Sophia's backside while some months later Sophia pays Margaret thirty dollars and Dr. Miller lays out his instruments.
"George and I had to care for our dying Grandmother who was slowly losing her mind, while our Mother was organizing the Suffrage Movement"  Two black boys undress Sophia while some months later she lies down on the bed.  Sophia guzzles a half bottle of scotch.
"I worked as a waitress and a cleaning lady before attending Williams College in 1920 before George committed suicide."  Santiago slides Sophia panties off and some month later so does Dr. Miller.
"Where was I recruited?  I don't think I was recruited.  It was where I was going and in that case, it was Columbia."  Jerry Barnes makes expressions of fear and pain and some months later so does Sophia as Dr. Miller places his instruments inside her.
"Columbia was the first place where I found friendship:  Ernst Delpy, Henry Zerb, Silas Petukhov, Saxby Kurtman, Thomas Gallagher and of course Professor Maitlin.  They respected and esteemed for who I was and the kind of work I wanted to do.  Professor Mailin believed I might become a major poet or novelist."  One of the black boys holds Sophia down and some months later so does Margaret while Dr. Miller's probes and tongs rip away flesh.
"Four years ago , I wrote and produced a play based on the Matthew Arnold poem Dover Beach.  Professor Maitlin praised it and so did my school chums at the school newspaper.  Henry Zerb was especially kind.  Santiago gives Sophia a post-coital embrace and some months later, Margaret cleans Dr. MIller's tools in Sophia's sink.
They leave and Sophia can barely walk.  They leave behind in steel pan wrapped in a bloody cloth the remains of Sophia's mistake.
"I wanted so hard to believe in something something to make me free."

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