.. isn't my friend anymore." Just as well," said Mom."What!" I screamed."Joe, they're ... trash. As long as you hung out with Bess I felt obligated to...be neighborly. Thank god that's over." Jesus Mom. Bess is ... the smartest person I know. She always gets straight A's. How can you say that?" I just don't think she's right for you." You mean her family's not right. I don't care about her family. Yeah, her mom and dad get pretty loud and rude. But at least ... never mind." Comparing my parent's. "Gianna was pissed, so the tart decided to get even in one way or another," he said as he began pacing. "I'm sure fucking me wasn't at the top of her list, so that means that she became driven to it, but by whom? Ashley, maybe?" Sure, why not?" So, Gianna cut Ashley off cold turkey from her. As in they couldn't be friends anymore, so Ashley harassed her. Once it was too much, she put on her leopard print dress and seduced me." I haven't heard this from her, John, but I'm pretty sure she did it. Nothing new to see here.Then came Robert.I was in a toy aisle rearranging dolls some eight year olds had systematically cleared from the shelves as their mothers stood nearby, cart-to-cart, talking to each other but not watching their damn daughters.Robert was probably late 50’s, grey hair, very fit. Very fit. Eyes bluer than mine. He came down the toy aisle with a cart filled with frozen dinners, a few household items and a case of beer. He wasn’t looking at any toys, unless maybe that’s how. And Freddy was there at the beginning of my writing it, merciless in her criticism.”“And you have no Freddy for this new play?”“No. Jennifer would be the first with a totally new perspective. From a highly seasoned professional. And I’ve been told or warned she would be far more merciless than Freddy could ever be. Shaping it to her vision. Changing it, maybe fundamentally.”“And you’re okay with that?”“I don’t know. We’re meeting on Monday. She said she’d see the show this weekend. To meet me,.