You forget Nell's presence as you read the Tribune's piece: "Olympic Opening a Hit." You're a bit taken aback when she speaks again.

"You work in that theatre there, do you?" she asks.

You nod.

"You running it?"

You nod again.

"Well, you wouldn't catch me working in no haunted place as that," she says, sauntering down the block.

"Haunted?" you call after her. "I don't think so."

"You wouldn't find me present in there when the gas goes down. Anyway, you've kept me long enough, I'll be getting back to selling this pack before it becomes scrap. Tra-la! I'll see you again."

And in a flash, she's lost among the crowd, waving papers in the air.

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