I met up with the traveling performance group I joined. The leader of my section turned out to be Debbie Harry. Debbie! Her hair was short, and bleached blond, so I didn’t recognize her at first.
The play had a long segment in the middle about the deaths of many different children, their ghosts explaining their tragic deaths. I knew we’d have to double people in their roles, or cut some parts, so that we’d have enough actors to play the ghost children. When I counted the ghost roles, I became confused and counted the roles surgical instruments would play.
I've never seen a barn orb. How does it stay standing like that, in a relative upright position to the ground? "How do the cows like it?" I ask the farmer.
"They don't mind it either way," he tells me with assuredness.
Inside the barn, I worry that it is going to roll, and that I will have to keep up by walking, running, in the appropriate direction, avoiding cows and hay and chickens as they run and fly and fall all around me. I've never spent any time on a farm, and this is an awkward place to begin.
"Do you want to put the puzzle together?" she asks me.
I'm trying to pick lint balls off of my sweater. There are so many of them. My picking leads to the yarn of the sweater stretching and pulling and distorting the shape.
"The puzzle? Remember? Puzzle?" she says.
"Can you help me with the little lint balls?" I ask, my annoyance growing. There's a small barking dog running in and out between my legs, distracting me.
You'll need one sister, and one set of twin girls.
In the back seat of the car, place the sister. She will monitor the twins who may wish to play by drawing on the back window.
Drive to pick up the missing twin girl.
Introduce the boyfriend. He is the jealous type.
Go to the party. It's on the second floor of the apartment complex.
Inside you'll find the video game console unit, which is already activated. Positioned at it will be one smart child.
Feel free to lay down on the large couch.
I heard someone complain: "The owner, she used to have a good thing here. Now you hear her in the back—she's like, The M mixes with the W—no good. The W mixes with the M—no good. It's just not the same. This place is probably going to close soon."