She shows up at her friend’s apartment, shouts up at the window, tries to persuade the doorman. Can she throw rocks? It’s a fourth-floor apartment, so it’s doubtful. She’s never had any upper body strength. And she might be arrested. Can she make a scene? And where? She considers her options, as a friend. Scenes are for lovers. Friends are supposed to move on. Friends can be ghosted. But best friends? She feels she’s missed a beat, a line. A scene has been left accidentally on the cutting room floor.
