Cookies sure to crumble
Every December, Mlle. B gets busy with her butter-cookie batter, decorations and suggestive cookie-cutters. When we receive her holiday package, the stories that inevitably come to mind are not all identical, but they do tend to involve foreign intrigue and tragic trajectories into the demimonde.
What else can happen to ballet goddesses after their triumphs in the spotlight but sudden deaths, perhaps at the small hands of mysterious little people who come back and pretend to grieve.
Those who survive find themselves working cut-rate bordellos, where the UPS man delivers antibiotics from Costco.com … and accepts the next-day delivery fee in trade.
His life, too, spirals downward. Stripped of his brown UPS shorts, he must enlist to fight in no-win foreign wars.
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