Sarah takes the deepest breath and she closes her eyes-not tightly or squeezing-gently, like she’s dreaming. Then I bring a chair forward and I pick up the guitar that’s propped up at the back of the stage, testing the strings and adjusting the amp. Her eyes turn to me and I give her a wink. Sarah stares out over the crowd, who haven’t really noticed her yet-her eyes infinitely big and dark, her face paling by the second.Īnd she whispers, “I can’t do this, Henry.” “You were thinking about sticking up for your sister.” “How are we doing? Is this going to be Davey 2.0?” Have I mentioned that I fucking love Franny?īut I’m focused on Sarah, in her little red dress, on the stage, muttering to herself and twisting her fingers into knots and generally looking like she’s about to keel over or spew. You should break the seal already-it may help your disposition.” “All that arse fucking has made you quite a Nasty Bitch, Cordelia. “Someone could get hurt.”įranny clicks her tongue. “You ought to clean that up,” Sarah says, walking past. When nothing happens, when Sarah just continues to gaze dismissively, the vicious confidence fades from Cordelia’s eyes. Then she picks up a glass, holds it out with a straight arm, and drops it on the floor, where it shatters. “The rules have changed.”Ĭordelia shakes her head, her face twisting with spite.
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