Legal Eagles [antikvár]

Prologue Chelsea's father had said it would be the grooviest birthday party ever. It was August fifth, nineten sixty-eight. Chelsea Deardon was eight years old and still having birthday parties, and people were still saying "groovy." Her father had decided the party would be held in his studio, which was a room in their home on West Tenth Street in Manhattan, in the heart of the artists' district. Their place was a converted bank. On one side, the tellers' cages had been left to partition off the kitchen. The cages were used by people in the kitchen to pass food through to the long rustic table on the other side. The vauit door had been retained, as well; it opened to reveal a cot and bookshelves. Her father loved the ab-surdity of the setting: it was the perfect place for a sixties artist to live, the perfect statement for him to make. When she thought about it years later, Chelsea decided it wasn't so absurd; a bank was the perfect place for it all to begin.