4036. Otis’ play had been sold out, and for a long time no tickets had been available. All the characters were excited for the first act to begin but just before the curtain was to rise Otis was distracted by a stack of correspondence he had to read through.
4038. Some of the notes were short abrupt postcards offering no explanation, but others were long letters containing flowery and mawkish apologies. This was a dream, and like so many dreams, Otis had to read and reread the notes for long hours on-end while the actors waited restlessly in the wings uncertain what they were supposed to do.