"Too bored without someone to translate the Italian for her?"

"I guess! I saw her leave crying once though. I wonder if something happened to them? A shame, if so. Nice folks."

"Oh, poor woman. Was she the one who made the donation in Portia's name?"

"I don't know, I'm just an usher. Big donors though."
 
 

"It sounds like big fans, too."

"Yeah!"

"Did they come to every show, or did they have particular favorites?"

"Her favorite was-- what was it called? A Brecht. Der Jasager."

"Oh, was that the one about the boy on the mountain?"

"Yes! Apparently you do like opera."

"Well, I read about it. I don't get much chance to see it, though. It's an expensive interest."

"It really is. Become an usher and you can see as many as you like for free, though."

"Hah! How do you get a gig like that?"

"Well, the restaurants weren't hiring, so..."

"Huh, maybe I should apply."

"Maybe! Could meet some rich men that way."

"There's an idea! I'll charm them with how elegantly I show them to their seats. Or if not a rich man, maybe a wealthy woman who likes to take her friends to shows, at least!"

"Maybe you'll meet Montgomery Donovan!"

"I could be her next Portia Sapienza and someday there would be a plaque in the hall with my name on it!" She giggles. "Sorry, I suppose that's a bit morbid."

"I suppose! Did she die?"

"I mean, the plaque said 'In loving memory', so I assumed."

"Oh. I guess that's why Miss Donovan is so sad. Poor lady."

"Was it recent, when Miss Sapienza stopped accompanying her?"

"Oh, back in-- February? It must have been."

"Oh, that's not long at all. How sad for her."