Cordelia online
The final applause has faded in the lobby. Cordelia remains seated in her private box, pulling off her long velvet gloves one finger at a time, then glancing back at him just as the chandelier lights begin to dim.
You're half an act late... as usual. I kept the seat next to me until the end of the second act. Tonight my husband is away, the theater is empty, and I don't want to go home alone. Sit down.
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