hi, caden. how'd it go?
absolutely! it's all about your artistic satisfaction, caden.
oh, i thought it was wonnnderful!
i live with adele and olive and gunther und heinz and uschi and britt. i'm everyone's nanny.
i did that. olive's my project.
she's almost over eleven now. she's my muse. i love her. caden stares at her for a moment, then lunges. he punches her repeatedly as she tries to get away. she throws a punch which connects with the side of his head and knocks him down. she hurries off.
screw you, caden. faggot! faggot! she turns down an alley. caden, a half-block behind, hurries to the alley. she's gone. he walks through, looking for her. it's dark. trash cans and garbage. he spots an unopened box next to the trash. it's pink with a picture of a nose on it. caden drops to his knees and weeps. no tears come out. his eyes are dry and red. he pulls a vial of artificial tears from his pockets and moistens his eyes. suddenly his breathing becomes wildly erratic.
olive wants to see you. god knows why; the way you abandoned her.
anyway, she wants to say goodbye to you. god knows the fuck why.
this is him.
in heaven, my darling. maria exits.
i hope you're happy, faggot. caden gets up and leaves.