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MR. TOUCAN APPEARED from the wings. He was wringing his hands. “Is there a doctor in the house?”
No one came forward.
“Engineering and teaching skills are never helpful in these situations,” said Myrtle regretfully.
“Anyone?” pleaded Mr. Toucan. But apparently the entire house was composed of non-medical types. “Could someone lower the curtain, please?”
The volume of the audience rose in distressed murmurs. They seemed to be wondering if this were just a very avant-guard production or if something were genuinely wrong. Myrtle took out her cell phone and turned it back on. “I’m calling Red,” she said grimly.
When Red picked up, Myrtle could barely hear him with all the commotion in the theater. Impatiently, she got up, grabbed her cane, and moved out to the small sitting
