As a speakeasy owner and since December 1924 widow, it’s a hard life to keep up the joint. “The little Sunflower” as it’s called, isn’t what it used to be when my husband founded it with his brother in April 1921. After a gang dispute in 1923, everything went downhill. In the beginning of 1924 the gang wars against us have only become worse. And on the 17th of December 1924, my husband was shot and his brother incarcerated only two days later. Now it’s up to me, to keep his legacy alive…