The Necklace

1956. Somewhere on Chicago’s far Northwest side. Twisting my white gloves, I blindly followed the nurse into what was typically the dining room of a Greystone flat. Instead, I gasped at the examining table with metal stirrups claiming the space. Jerking her thumb toward the tilted, sheet-covered surface, she said, “Undress.” Was she really a …

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