Friday, May 13, 2011
This evening, Brian Williams knots up a chic and mysterious tie, narrow stripes of smoky lavender and charcoal. Your cell phone buzzes, and you pick up. "Meet me in Lilacia Park," your source says sotto voce. "I'll be right at the entrance, just inside. Eight thirty. Don't be late." A lifelong Chicago girl, you have no qualms about grabbing the train to Lombard for the assignation. This story could make your career. The darkness has just begun to envelop the park and the springtime scent of the lilacs is wafting out around you. It's lovely and purple. But now, and for the rest of your life, it will be the aroma of excitement and scandal.
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