The Rebirth of Wonder
“Call for the following day was for six – Art had noticed the trend toward a later and later start, and he entirely approved. Six o'clock meant he ate dinner first, a little early, and arrived at the theater about a quarter to.
The day had not been one of the best he ever had; he had been thinking about driving into Boston, to see if the Boston Public Library had anything about Merton Ambrose, but he had wanted to take Marilyn along for company, and he couldn't find her anywhere.
By the time someone finally told him that she'd gone swimming with Anne and Susan, it was too late to make the trip to Boston by himself. Instead he had spent the afternoon wandering around town, looking at the shops and watching the tourists and sweating in the heat.
At a quarter to six it was still hot outside, and the inside of the theater was sweltering, but the sky had clouded over and he heard thunder rumbling in the distance as he let himself in. No one was in sight anywhere near the theater, inside or out.
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