Ken’s white tux fits like a dream Bogie in Casablanca at Rick’s Café Américain. Natasha and Andrei’s first nervous waltz or jazz-age Nick Carraway at Gatsby’s parties. On the good side, the night of the Spring Celebratory Ball is better than Ken ever imagined an evening could be: Tolstoyan in its romantic elegance, Fitzgeraldian in its breathtaking, throwback extravagance and glory. On the bad side, D-Day was a thousand times worse than Ken ever dreamed while lying on a cot at night in England.
It’s rare, but sometimes reality dwarfs imagination.
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