A Cellarful of Nose - Future Shoes

in with them. To her consternation, only two people did so.
Then an idea formed in her head. Instead of approaching the
main entry, she approached the side salon, where a host of people
were buying mineral water and chatting. She approached the
locked glass door and tapped, waving hello. She appeared to be a
lazy audience-member who did not want to walk all the way back
to the main entrance.
Sure enough, a woman opened the door for her, and they
chatted gaily for a moment about the dramatic scene with
Rigoletto and Gilda.
“I thought I would die,” Audrey assured her. “Oh,” the other
woman replied, “I know exactly what you're saying.”
Now to enter the main hall. Here the problem was ushers,
who were placed at every entryway, examining tickets and
scouting for faces they had not seen before.
A stout, stubby woman in a mustard-colored jacket spied
Audrey and gave her a look. Audrey circled the theater and
entered at a doorway where people were crowding through,
disappearing in their number.
She glanced about her at the hall. The magnificent chandelier
above, with thousands of lights, illuminated hundreds of empty
seats – but which ones were truly empty, and which ones were
about to be filled? She must decide now before the lights went
down.
So she strode boldly down to the first section, and looked
about for a co-conspirator, someone who looked like they would
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