This year on her Saint's Day, Molly, whose name came from Mary, decided to be Mary Magdalene. She let her hair down, put on her chaste dress, which resembled a burlap sack, grabbed her grandfathe's stick with the carved snakes on it and went to the bar. On Sunday "The Silk Stocking," an establishment owned by two of her friends, opened at 11 for brunch. It had a black board in front that said, "Madonnas and Whores Happy Hour." Crespo, one of the owner was sleepy.
Molly what are you doing in that outfit?
Here to see the play.
What play ?
Andrew of Faversham.
Crespo opened her eyes wide. She was wearing a careless orange sarong.
Molly, that play was performed here in 1968! Our cafe didn't even exist then!
I was born in 1983, Molly said.
You couldn't have seen it then. I heard that this was a small theatre in the Sixities, a place for avantgarde plays.
"Arden of Faversham" is an Elizabethan play, directed by a young Romanian director.
That's possible, but you and I weren't even born when this play was perfomed.
Maybe it's a dream, said Molly. Maybe I'm dreaming I'm Mary Magdalene.
Would you like a coffee?
Yes, please, a grande skim latte with three shots.
I had the coffee and I woke up.
I wrote this in the third person but it happened to me.
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