Ida Margar didn’t use to work on Mondays. In the last years, she performed only once.
It was the day she had to help an enchanter who needed someone to enchant.
Ida was among the crowd, with the fingers narrowed around her leather belt.
At the moment she had to intervene in the show, she was distracted by a pair of doves that, after being extracted from the top hat, were wondering what to do.
So, it happened that the enchanter had to enchant himself and, for a fate’s joke, he disappeared.
Miss Margar was not disappointed in the role she had played in the departure of the nosed magician and, back home in time for dinner, she thought she would rather prepare a tortilla.
London, 1993.
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