Solarium in Winter (2 of 3)
Jackie walked into Stable’s Monday night, half an hour late for the game and still in her work clothes. Her heels clacked on the shiny wooden floors as she made her way toward the bar, slowing only when she saw the empty barstools where she and Washington normally sat. She looked around for him, scanning the faces of strangers. Catching glimpses of waiters rolling their eyes. Bussers pocketing tip money. New couples, firs...