Gee’s been in her older sister’s shadow for a while. Like, since 1933. She heard legend of Elle’s flapper-filled carts and smooth shuttling of partiers from soirée to soirée, borough to borough, without ever so much as rattling their champagne, which they could drink whilst riding cause Elle was a “cool train.”
But Gee joined the grid at the height of the Great Depression, a harbinger (she was told) of misfortune to follow. Emblazoned with…
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