The man delivering them didn’t seem to have arms that were quite long enough to carry both packages. Maggie pressed the buzzer and the stage door swung open to admit us. “You kids going in?” gasped the struggling delivery man. “Yes.” “Do us a favour and take these, will you? They’re for Miss Webb.” “Sure,” I said brightly. “I’ll take the chocolates. Graham can carry the flowers, can’t you, Graham?” The opportunity to call at Tiffany’s dressing room – maybe even get a peek inside – was too good to miss. Two minutes later we were handing over the gifts to the sweetly smiling actress. She flung her door wide open and told us to come in. Squeezing between the bodyguards stationed in the corridor, we obeyed. I was slightly unnerved by the smiling. I mean, she’d pretty much ignored me and Graham right the way through rehearsals even though we were the ones who did the flying scene with her. Maybe she was just in a better mood. Or maybe it was the flowers that did it.
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