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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
PINOCHLE CHARLIE’S DAUGHTER
Rose Borach’s heart sank. “Fania, don’t quit school. You’re too smart to end up like your worthless father.”
“I won’t.” The skinny seventeen-year-old glided across the room with the grace of a ballerina. “My grades stink and I’m still in the eighth grade.” She sang, “give my regards to Broooaddwaaay!” With an exaggerated curtsy, she kissed Rose’s cheek. “Someday you’re gonna see my name in lights.”
“What name? Borax? Jenny Waters? Muddy Waters?”
Two years later in 1910, nineteen-year-old Fania burst through Rose’s door and flashed her newly signed contract. “Look, Ma, I’m in the Ziegfeld Follies. Me! Fanny Brice!”
For those not familiar with this great lady of the theater, may I introduce on of my childhood heroes.