Michigan, 1926

Elias Andrew Lawson III whistled as he walked down Main Street to the bookstore and newsstand where he always picked up his morning papers. Sure, he could’ve had the local news delivered right to his doorstep, but this was better. It meant that almost every morning of the week, he got to start the day with Annette Price’s smile.

He ducked in the door and tipped his hatÑa dashing new tan fedora he’d bought in Chicago last week. ‘Beautiful day, ...