“Do you know,” said Fanny, rising from beneath the big parasol, “the waiter didn’t bring the raspberries. No matter now, though. I must go and find mother. This is no place for her to be out alone.”
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Two intertwined love triangles are thrown into turmoil when a body is found on a bench in Gramercy Park, New York.
“Do you know,” said Fanny, rising from beneath the big parasol, “the waiter didn’t bring the raspberries. No matter now, though. I must go and find mother. This is no place for her to be out alone.”