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New York’s Racquet and Tennis Club stood grandly, covering a full block on Park Avenue. Alan passed through the marble lobby with the ugly statue of the tennis player in the middle.
By Richard N. Anderson An hour later, after the last girl had closed the door, Mel Fox rose out of his chair holding a piece of paper and a ball point pen. “Everybody completed their ballots?”
By Richard N. Anderson “So what’s on you mind, pal?” Alan had finished the shrimp and was starting on his salad.
By Richard N. Anderson Alan couldn’t take his eyes off the tall girl with close-cropped brown hair in the Brother Rat’s waitress uniform.