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“Hattie, maybe I should get married.”

“Shhhhhhh! I’m trying to watch!”

“If I do, at least I won’t have to work in the factory anymore...”

Hattie took her finger away from her lips, simultaneously tilted her head, and pointed with both toward Mary Pickford. She furrowed her brow and jutted her chin forward in concentration.

The piano player at the front of the theatre pounded the keyboard dramatically as Billy Quirk emerged from behind a tree; Mary Pickford recoiled and drew her open palms up beside her face in defence. Her mascaraed eyes widened with terror, and her mouth opened wide in a mute scream. Hattie jolted ever so slightly.