We close our eyes and wait. The squeeze comes to the F&N unit through Juniper, who squeezes the left hand of F, who squeezes the right hand of N, who squeezes the left hand of Christopher. In the ripe, humid silence, we imagine Christopher passing the squeeze to Theo. We imagine Theo kissing Christopher, Iago kissing Cassio, Othello kissing Iago, girls becoming boys who kiss boys who look like girls. We imagine how much the crowd is going to love us out there. We imagine how good we’re about to be.
