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A Present for Christmas.
It was late, after midnight, when I left the theater. The corridor of dressing rooms was empty. All the other people had gone, either home or to join late parties around town. On the dusty concrete stairs one of the girls, hurrying, had dropped a flower. Old Nod, the doorkeeper, was still there, and he got up from his squeaky wooden rocking chair to open the stage door for me. His Christmas packages from the members of the company were already beginning to be stacked up on display along the shelf under the bulleting board. Day after tommorrow would be Christmas Eve.
"Good night, Mr. Wade," he said. "And thanks for the present." "Hope you like it when you unwrap it," I said. I hadn't the faintest idea which of the bright packages was supposed to be from me. I had asked Susan to do my shopping, along with her own. "We are planning quite a day at our house, Christmas Day," old Nod said earnestly. "The wife and I." "That's good," I said. "Fine." When I reached the street, the sidewalks were deserted. There was nobody else in sight in either direction. Some torn pieces of paper had already blown into the entrance of the theater, and the whole front was dark, but there, overhead, were our names in glass block letters: SUSAN MARKLEY & JOHN WADE in ENGLISH SPOKEN HERE--that bitter and brittle modern comedy which is doing so much for us all this winter....See the full content of this document
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