Preview: Hermia was dead.​ Oh gosh, what am I saying—the actress playing Hermia. Miss Sandra Montgomery-Harding. Also, she wasn’t really dead. Unless you count six shots of tequila, a gallon of vodka, and a glug of whiskey as a “deadly” cocktail. On our opening night, Hermia/Sandra was draped across the actors’ couch amongst the fairy wings and robes, looking very dead, but of course, she was not really dead. I suppose I could have led with that...
Preview: My คุณย่า (Khun Ya or "grandmother" in Thai) likes to send us things. We saw her every Sunday for dinner, but she reminded us of herself every other day in the week when a glazed ham or a basket of mangoes knocked at the door. Sometimes we received handbags or skirts, once a quartet of coloured wigs. One day, a bronze Buddha, calm and cross-legged, was waiting patiently behind the peephole...
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