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"
I
’
m
going
to
get
the
manager
!
"
Helen
was
gone
up
the
aisle
.
"
Stop
the
film
!
Lights
!
"
"
Helen
,
come
back
!
"
cried
Lavinia
,
rising
.
They
tapped
their
empty
soda
glasses
down
,
each
with
a
vanilla
mustache
on
their
upper
lip
,
which
they
found
with
their
tongues
,
laughing
.
"
You
see
how
silly
?
"
said
Lavinia
.
"
All
that
riot
for
nothing
.
How
embarrassing
.
"
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
said
Helen
faintly
.
The
clock
said
eleven
-
thirty
now
.
They
had
come
out
of
the
dark
theater
,
away
from
the
Buttering
rush
of
men
and
women
hurrying
everywhere
,
nowhere
,
on
the
street
while
laughing
at
Helen
.
Helen
was
trying
to
laugh
at
herself
.
"
Helen
,
when
you
ran
up
that
aisle
crying
,
‘
Lights
!
’
I
thought
I
’
d
die
!
That
poor
man
!
"
"
The
theater
manager
’
s
brother
from
Racine
!
"
"
I
apologized
,
"
said
Helen
,
looking
up
at
the
great
fan
still
whirling
,
whirling
the
warm
late
night
air
,
stirring
,
restirring
the
smells
of
vanilla
,
raspberry
,
peppermint
and
Lysol
.
"
We
shouldn
’
t
have
stopped
for
these
sodas
.
The
police
warned
-
"
