The Garden Room EXERPT
It was just a short walk from Buzzy’s corner to East 86th. Then cross town to the block between York and East End where there was a row of three buildings Vincent Astor had put up. Adam’s was the first.
By 7:45, Adam was having a fried egg with bacon, white toast and a glass of milk. He sat at the kitchen table looking out the window at the backs of row houses on 85th Street.
Instead of Viola, Jack did the honors. Adam said nothing beyond normal greetings. Jack opened things up.
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