I was mortified, on the way home, when I realized I had not gone back and hung up my cape properly. I must be a little OCD because I thought about it all the way home. I had gone straight from the stage to the upstairs dressing room where the props are kept, but Kendall was busy in there and I didn’t want to bother her. I tried to hang it on a wire hanger, but the cape was too heavy and so I hung it quickly on the coat rack and left, carrying the prop candle down into the dressing room. I dressed and chatted and left the theatre thinking of how when I was younger, at Annex, there was always someone going out for a drink after a show, but we were young and single and mating. Now with trains to New Jersey and the outer boroughs to catch and babysitters to relieve and husbands to see before they fall asleep only the people who had guests in the audience went out. Everyone else rushed home, a process beginning at 11:30 p m that could take more than an hour.