Mary and Randolph LeFlore had ruled Memphis’s social life from the late 1950s until 1981, when Roger graduated from law school. Men didn’t smell that way anymore, nor did women walk as his mother used to, with halting steps in high heels- Piano legs, she’d say, oddly pleased, examining herself in the pier glass. Like his father, Roger LeFlore was a judge, but he didn’t have his father’s downtown ease or that scent of leather and cigars.
