seconds—the woman across the aisle fixed her eyes on Fran, refusing to remove them for a single second. Fran calmly ignored this until the woman leaned across the aisle to hiss in my ear, “Is that Frances McDormand?” I nodded. The woman scrabbled in her purse, looking for pen and paper. “Autograph!” she demanded, thrusting them at Fran. Fran frowned down at the paper for so long I thought she was going to refuse. At last she accepted the pen. “I’m just an actor, and no more interesting than you are.” She scribbled her name. “Probably not as interesting, actually. You should pay more attention
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