Maeve Tremaine, a lonely young woman not ready for the real world yet, trapped aiding her elderly grandmother in her ancient New York brownstone. An aged Crosley in the attic. Sylvester Donahue, a charismatic gent from 1928, slaughtered in the very brownstone inhabited by the old woman and her titillating granddaughter. ---------- How do you love a spirit who admires you in every way possible, who devotes himself to you; who you cannot kiss, cannot hold? A man with no body, with only a voice filtered through a vintage radio to keep you sane? But most importantly, whose good intentions may cause trouble for the living?All Rights Reserved
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