Three fingernails were still broken from the drunken, stupid, useless divorce party Andrea threw for her.
Viv drummed the nails, broken and unbroken on the theater seat in front of her.
Magdalena, who refused to go to the D Party, had dragged her to see experimental theater and was now slapping at her hand.
“It’s annoying, Viv. Stop.”
“Why are we here so early?”
“The beauty of this company is that if one of the performers has a spontaneous idea before the show starts, they just come out on stage and perform it for whoever’s here.”
“So how come more people aren’t here early?”
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