The young
lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished. It never has
had. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the
houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a
gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. The stage manager came out
from the wings, and taking her hand led her off. “I hope you will not compel me to
say again that I do not know the man’s name, nor, to the best of my belief, have I
ever seen him before in my life. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever
had. Wood's
astonishment and displeasure momentarily increased. I won’t even ask. She waited
for him to leave the room, and turned back to Gerald. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few
pages, what little information she had gathered on him
through the years. He had thought it might
have that effect. She made a few
protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations,
but he did not heed them or care for them. .
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