The Chair

CLAREANNE runs out, frantic. MELISSA stands next to a CHAIR. CLAREANNE: Oh my God! MELISSA: What? CLAREANNE: Nice chair… MELISSA: Thanks. Family heirloom. Antique. CLAREANNE: Oh my God! MELISSA: What? CLAREANNE: I remembered why I ran out so quickly! My boyfriend won the lottery! MELISSA: That’s great! CLAREANNE: No… He got arrested for overdue parkingContinue reading “The Chair”