All Brooklyn is under a spell. Radios blare from every apartment—the game sounds as if it's being broadcast from one distorted loudspeaker—and the moment the last out is called, the bleating begins. Babe O'Leary hears the cacophony from every direction: every driver in Brooklyn must be leaning on his horn. By the time she gets herself down the stairs and out into the street (...)
Fiction
Brooklyn, Bewitched
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