The audience in the gym sat and stared. Glenn Close. That was her, all right. This was a junior high gym in Lincoln, N.H., about two hours north of Manchester, where the floor was very clean and a woman looking precisely like Glenn Close was standing on it, wearing neat black boots and faded black jeans, a simple black turtleneck and a camel's hair blazer over it. This woman -- she really looked almost exactly like Glenn Close.
The rest of this story is no longer online, but does appear in the book "The Unforbidden Is Compulsory, or Optimism."
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