A Cellarful of Nose - Future Shoes

not report her to the authorities. In the third row she identified
two men in their twenties and sidled up to one of them.
“I need to see better,” she leveled with them. "Is this seat
taken?”
“Yes,” the young man said, pleased to be confided in. “An
older woman in a fur coat is sitting here. But so far no one has sat
in the seat just in front.”
So Audrey slipped down to the second row and took her seat.
All seemed to be well, when the usher with the mustard coat
ventured into view, and gave Audrey the long glance. Audrey was
on the brink of discovery.
That was when she turned to the young men behind her and
began chatting.
“Have you been to many shows this season?” she inquired.
“No, not at all,” the first young man said. “Rog and I have
only seen one other show together ever. Tosca.”
“Oh, then you must be loving this. Isn’t Gilda wonderful!
And the songs, oh!”
“We’re liking it very much,” Rog chimed in.
And Audrey looked over her shoulder just long enough to see
that the mustard jacket had decided that Audrey belonged where
she was.
The last of the audience took their seats, and the curtain rose
over the salon of the ducal palace, and Audrey lit up with the
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