Lost in the halls.
There she was, a hot cup of soup in her hands, at 6 o’clock at night. She was getting ready to work a few quiet hours, I could tell, and the building was shut down for the day. Until I came along. Box of “thank you” cards in hand, typewriter purse on my arm, I was looking for the conference room — and way out of range.
She kindly let me into the inner sanctum. Put down her soup and dinner, and said, “Let me take you down there, I don’t want you to get lost.”
Thanks to Arline, I had plenty of time before my lecture. And I promised her a ‘thank you’ note — which I’m following up on, with a copy to the head of SAG-AFTRA in the hope it will go into her personnel file under “Helpful”.