The Phaserl



from Sovereign Man:

Two bright white eyes looked at me inquisitively through the small hatch in the nondescript metal door.

I quickly glanced around the dark, empty streets of the Palermo district in Buenos Aires and whispered the password.

The door clanked open, revealing a small antechamber and a phone booth. I picked up the receiver and punched in a 4-digit code, and a second door opened.

Now I could begin to see the interior of “Frank’s”.

It was lit with elaborate chandeliers and accented with ornate leather seats, and Sidney Bechet was in full swing on his saxophone.

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