Chapter Thirty-Four
Ida
“If no one ever defies the audience’s expectations, how can their expectations ever get a chance to change?” Charlie says. “It’s a chicken-and-egg situation, if you ask me.”
Ava and Charlie have invited Faye and me to dinner, and to just simply sit here with another couple made up of two women, with Faye next to me, is a treat in itself. It doesn’t hurt that we’re looking out over the ocean and that I have the prospect of waking up to the same view, in Faye’s bed, tomorrow morning.
“It will change, over time,” Faye says. “If more actors do what Ida has done.”
“And what Faye has done,” Ava says. “For which I would like to get some credit where credit’s due, please.” I see how she winks at Faye.
“Babe.” Faye turns to me. “Just so you know, if it weren’t for Ava,
