THE SLIDE: A Novel in Progress by ProQuest


James sat back in his chair, exhaled, and stared at the photocopied picture of two black men standing together in a courtroom. Pflaumer's was one of the last old-world type ice cream parlors left in Philadelphia's inner city. It survived because it was nestled on the edge of Fairmount Park and was still able to serve its white clients who had long left North Philadelphia but felt safe enough, in the early sixties at least, to dart back into the heart of darkness to get their favorite ice cream. [...] if I leave under these circumstances, all of those marvelous contacts you've helped me groom over the years by giving me the credibility of being your favorite black executive will know why.

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