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On a hot afternoon in the back room of the National Theatre in London, Cherry Jones is eating cherries. “Forgive me, but you’re now going to hear an old woman munching some salmon on toast,” says the actor, moving on from her namesake fruit to a small tinfoil package that she unwraps like a present, observing its contents with delight. “Oh, and with just a little bit of butter!”
