Late meeting. Period cramps. Endless rain outside the Café.
The girls talk about their bad boyfriends. I look past them out the streaky window. I have nothing much to say.
The waitress is in good spirits. The cute bartender has the night off, which is a shame.
Ada leaves to meet her bad boyfriend. Marie-Marcelle stays for another round. She is teaching her bad boyfriend patience.
If I had a bad boyfriend, I’d have something to talk about. But then, I’d also have a bad boyfriend.