“Peggy stood, bundled in her navy wool coat, hanging on to a stainless-steel pole in the middle of the subway car for support. She stared out the window. The view was mostly of nothing, just the darkness of the tunnel interspersed with light at the various station stops. As she rocked gently with the swaying train, Peggy’s mind wouldn’t stop spinning. First she thought about the costumes, mentally matching each one to the actor who would be wearing it. The schedule was so tight now, there wa...s no time for mistakes or omissions. Every hem had to be stitched, every wrinkle had to be smoothed. Peggy hadn’t left the wardrobe department all day, and still there was more to do. Peggy couldn’t think of anything she had forgotten, but resolved to arrive at the studio earlier than anyone else for the rest of the week. If something came up, she would be there to take care of it. The train came to a screeching stop at the Queensboro Plaza station.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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