taxie. When it came we rushed downstairs and into it. I handed Mrs. K. my purse and let her do the talking and directing, having enough to do with myself. After a few minutes we stopped under the bright lights of the marquee. Getting out of the cab in a ladylike manner was quite a task, but Mrs. K. managed to be first and to stand in front of me for cover. She then took me quite firmly by the arm and guided me inside. "Take small steps, hold your handbag close, don't swing your arms, keep your head up", she whispered to me while we crossed the foyer which was quite filled with groups of people. Near the ticket booth she steered me into a corner. "Wait here, don't move around", she said and she went for the tickets.

The light veil over the brim of my hat covered my eyes slightly, and with my red lips and makeup, I was probably quite unrecognizable. Of course, while I looked over the steadily moving crowd, my eyes here and there met with the eyes of bystanders, and I could feel how some men and women looked at me and tried

to size me up. Again, I had quite a thrill of satisfac- tion seeing how they casually glanced at me without staring as they would if they sensed some thing odd.

After a few minutes Mrs. K. appeared with our tickets and with a sigh of relief took me again under her wing. We had a box which we shared with one other couple, and which, otherwise kept us at a distance from the rest of the audience. Although the couple next to us was obviously quite occupied with themselves, Mrs. K. apparently was at ease only while the lights were out. She must have suffered agonies, watching me con- stantly, always in fear that something might go wrong and reveal my true identity. Meanwhile, I deeply en- joyed the thrills of being Gina, a lady from "hat" to toes.

At last, the show was over, the lights went on and everybody began to leave. Now came the real test. We were just two other people slowly moving in a huge crowd toward the street. Once in a while my heart seemed to stop when, at first glance, I imagined I saw some friend of mine looking at me, while Mrs. K. tried to be all around me like a mother hen, steering me

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