“I can’t do this,” Sharese says. Paint smears on her skin an echo of last night’s show.
Blair glares. “You will.”
Her eyes leak brown-tinged tears. “But the food!”
“I took you in. Fat lot of good it did me. All you ever do is fall asleep.”
“I’m narcoleptic!”
“A druggie?”
“Narcolepsy. I fall asleep. Food can trigger reactions. I’ll be mauled!”
Blair scoffs. “Don’t be stupid. Paint on the disguise, and get out there.”
– – –
Curtains part. A cage, a “No Food” sign; Sharese prances over the growling pit. Wafting Cornish pasty suddenly mixes with terrified screams.
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