CHAPTER TWENTY-SIXAsh paid for his taxi, made his way between the groups of people clustered on the sidewalk and went into Town Hall. More people crowding the lobby and going up the marble steps on either side of the central entrance to the orchestra. As he approached the box office he saw a “Sold Out” sign that explained why there was no line to buy tickets.
He gave his name and paid for the ticket. Made his way, slowly, through the crowd, aware of voices but not hearing what was said. He always did this in a lobby, looked at faces but blotted out the sounds.
These people seemed older than the average theater audience. Some were dressed for the evening, women in smart gowns and their husbands wearing dinner jackets, but many of the others were shabbily dressed. They were the ones climbi
