Mad Love: The Ballad of Fred & Allie | Creative Nonfiction
Mad Love: The Ballad of Fred & Allie The sin was not so much the taking of the throat as the wanting of it in the first place. And what a fine throat it was, the way it captured those who saw it: men loitering at the Customs House; boys down by the river, who stretched their own necks to catch a glimpse of its fine whiteness; eventually the entire nation. But Alice Mitchell was the first to be lassoed by Frederica Ward’s charms, becoming hooked while they were still schoolgirls. It must have been the way Frederica walked into the music room at The Higbee School for Young Ladies. The Higbee ...