Anna Blanc’s Morning by Jennifer Kincheloe

I roll over on my feather bed and moan, feeling vaguely hysterical, only mostly awake from a Detective Joe Singer dream. We were trapping a criminal together— a man who did unspeakable things. In the dream, the only way to catch the maniacal fiend and save our own...

A Morning with Anna Blanc by Jennifer Kincheloe

It’s June in Los Angeles, 1907, and I’m not wearing my corset. The silk of my Madeline Vionet dress slips across my bosoms and I feel wonderful. Mrs. Cooper notices my jiggling and sends me upstairs. It is, I tell her, too hot for corsets and cantankerous chaperones...