“A Street Car Named Designer”

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Seeing a new play, a pert be-skirted woman sat down on the seat next to me. As the play progressed, I grew a little tired of the actors, but the set kept on impressing me. “I wish the cast would leave and I could just hang out on the set,” I said to my mysterious companion. “I designed that,” she said immediately.


Postscript: We did hang out on the set that night, and it turned out our love of her work wasn’t the only thing we have in common.

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