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The salon was genteelly alive with an undercurrent of whispered conversations and the swish of butterfly-bright dresses as I entered the room a little after four in the afternoon. With a smile and a cordial how-do-you-do to my old friends, I threaded my way to the center of the room. “Jane,” I said as […]