She sat down in the theater seat next to me. I felt her looking at me. Then she said, “You’re Cindy Dawson,” and stuck her hand my way for a handshake. I looked at her. I had no idea who she was, but I extended my hand as well. “I’m from Hamilton, too,” she said.
What were the odds of two English women from Hamilton sitting down side by side in a New York theater? “Do I know you?” I asked. She . . .
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