Midge sighs. “The audiences haven’t been reacting to my jokes the way that I had hoped they would,” she tells him. “I don’t know if I’m still jet-lagged or… what.” Maybe her humor isn’t translating in Europe. It’s not like English is this country’s native language. She and Susie have to have something to show for this very expensive trip though.

“I’m not shy,” Midge confirms. “It’s just…” She looks up at him, her cheeks slightly pink. “I shouldn’t need sex, you know? Even if it’s been a while. It’s not personal. You’re… an attractive man. But this is… I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She’s not even sure if she’s doing this now. Her thumb wipes at the condensation on the outside of her glass of vodka.