Michelle doubles down, as they say leans into it, and explains about Montana. Fanny flips out on her, somewhat righteously/rightfully:
"You don't know me well enough by now to know that if I wanted him to know about the cabin, and my plans, and what I expected to happen, I would've told him myself? You are the bad luck! Ever since you got here, ever since Hubbell... You know what, fuck it."
Afraid to cry, Fanny leaves Michelle to feel blind and terrible. She knows how she sounds. She knows what she said.
AUDITION
She dances for them, walks in and smiles in the dark; she gives her music to the pianist and dances for them. Maybe this time I'll be lucky, she sings. Maybe this time, for the first time... I'll be home at last.
Michelle, again: "Hello? What did you think?"
Hubbell: "...Wow."
It's a dream, so she's not surprised, or sad. It's like he's just been around the corner. Her smile comes bright. "Where have you been?" She tells him everything's the same as he left it. Everything in its right place. "I've tried really hard not to rock the boat," she lies, and he smiles.
Hubbell: "You're here to rock the boat. You know she always wanted me to dance?"
Michelle: "Amazing."
Hubbell: "She would've liked a girl."
They're in the living room, now, among all the Things, Fanny's bricabrac; they're broken. A table full of ceramic frogs, different sizes and shapes. Some more suited to it than others. Some less beautiful. Some with bigger thighs, or breasts.
Michelle: "I'm doing it again. I'm ruining everything..."
Hubbell: "You can fix it."
Michelle: "I don't even know that I'm doing it!"
Hubbell: "I need glue."
Michelle: "You're my glue."
Hubbell: "These four are fine."













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