Act 1, Scene 8

FEDE

Meli carried inside her head a mansion repurposed into an art studio/museum. The gold Art Deco accents of the architecture had been painted black, the chandelier and candelabra cast out, most of the furniture covered in sheets and abandoned in the kitchen. All these steps were done to allow room for the paintings, statues and other pieces that I’m not sure how I could describe. Furthermore, the whole layout and style of the art got rearranged about every time I got in there.

I can’t help but highlight in my notes that an absurd quantity of the pieces were nudes. I’ve never been a prude, but Jesus, this girl was passionate about anatomy.

She laughed in that abundant and brilliant way she did at my vague descriptions of the place and proceeded to destroy me with a wink.

Meli was curious if the place could be considered “livable”, you know if there was running water, electricity, a bed. I confirmed that it was and she alleged the same about my head.

Then she got an idea.

Turns out she’d spoken with Roberta, my roommate that apparently knew Meli just as every regiomontano knows each other. Roberta had given her a good impression of me as a living companion and also babbled that soon I’d find myself with nowhere to sleep.

Meli told me: “You see, Fede, I’m currently banished from my home until the end of the millenium, and so I believe we are at the precipice of a truly unique business arrangement.”

I thought it would be risky. Things with Roberta were different, I loved her like a friend and she never believed me that I was heterosexual. There was no tension, in other words.

But I knew there would be with Meli.

I said yes to her hoping that it would be the correct kind of tension.

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