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Henry sat at the rehearsal piano and watched as she sighed and pouted and swung one leg out and back, out and back

"Mr Ziegfeld will be here soon, people," the stage er yelled "He wants to work on the Heavenly Star nu stale"

"It is stale Those jokes were old before hting up a cigarette

"As always, we thank you for your invaluable opinion, Theta," he shot back "Perhaps if you spent , we’d have a show Take ten, everyone"

"I could do those steps with both legs broken," Theta grumbled as she perched next to Henry on the piano bench

"Soh that only Theta could hear

She rested her seal-black head on his shoulder "Thanks for the sy for yourarmor?"

"If you’d met him, you’d understand"

"Handsome?" Henry played a sexy trill

"And how"

"Gallant?" He switched to a galloping, heroic rhythm

"Very"

Henry’syet sensitive"

"Uh-huh"

"Rich?"

Theta shook her head "A poet"

"A poet?" He brought his hands down in a discordant plunk "Haven’t you heard, darlin’? You’re supposed to marry for money, not love"