“Nonsense.” “This is the greatest day of my life,” she said, and then she called to the back. “Norm, you have to come see this. Evelyn Hugo is here. In a gown.” Max laughed as more and more people started to stare. I was beginning to feel like a caged animal. It’s not something you really ever get used to, being stared at in small spaces. A few of the people in the kitchen came forward to look at me. “Any chance we could get two burgers?” Max said. “Extra cheese on mine, please.” Everyone ignored him. “Can I have your autograph?” the woman behind the counter asked. “Sure,” I said kindly. I was hoping it would be over soon, that we could get the food and go. I started signing paper menus and paper hats. I signed a couple of receipts. “We really should be going,” I said. “It’s late.” But no one stopped. They all just kept pushing things at me. “You won an Oscar,” an older woman said. “Just a few hours ago. I saw it. I saw it myself.” “I did, yes,” I said. I pointed at Max with the pen in my hand. “So did he.” Max waved. I signed a few more things, shook a few more hands. “OK, I really must be going,” I said. But the mob of people crowded me more. “OK,” Max said. “Let the lady breathe.” I looked in the direction of his voice and saw him coming toward me, breaking up the crowd. He handed me the burgers, picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and walked us right out of the restaurant and into the limo. “Wow,” I said when he put me down. He got in next to me. He grabbed the bag. “Evelyn,” he said. “What?”