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Bridget and Chris sighed gravely as the house lights dimmed and a young child walked onto the stage.
Credit: Jim Pavlidis
When he began torturing his violin they winced, and not only on account of the caterwauling: the kid was practically a prodigy compared to their Yvette, whose performance was – count ’em! – 18 acts away.
“I’ve lost the will to live,” Chris whispered.
“This may help,” responded Bridget, producing a hip flask.
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Chris’ mouth made a perfect O.
He, then Bridget, took comically furtive swigs.
The look that passed between them, as much as the whisky, got them through the evening.
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