In the menu box on the brick wall, an image from long-ago times, a photo of a young Fedora and her husband, Henry. Fedora's goodbye is simple and true: "It couldn't have happened anywhere else. Thank you, Greenwich Village!"
Somehow, this song keeps playing through my head...
Further reading:
A Night at Fedora
A Regular Remembers
Faux-dora
Fedora's Last Days
Fedora Returns
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