Chapter 42

The Waiter appears carrying a tray with their meals. He serves them with a flourish, pours a glass of wine for Lily to taste. She signals her approval. He fills their glasses then exits offstage.

Madge: They say I’ll be remembered for Stacey long after I’m gone.

(She brushes an imaginary tear from her cheek.)

Lily: By many, I’m sure. The cast and the crew. Everyone from the script girl to the studio executives who had the pleasure of witnessing first-hand what a rotten bitc—

Madge: Careful, Lily.

Lily: We all heard about those little disturbances.

Madge: What do you mean? I was the perfect professional during that shoot. (She tears a dinner roll apart with the finesse and charm of Genghis Khan.)

Lily: Oh come on. Throwing daily tantrums when you didn’t get your way. Rushing off to your trailer. Garbo wanting to be alone again. And again.

Madge: I did no such thing. Things.

(She shoots her friend a withering look.)