‘I’m finished,’ Natasha says, after five minutes. ‘Goodbye.’ She retrieves a massive suitcase from under the table. Natasha casually picks up the plant and starts bashing the suitcase with it. Lucy doesn’t blink or move. She keeps flicking through the magazine, pausing on certain pages of interest. Natasha pounds the suitcase furiously, breathing loudly in and out with exertion. Lucy stands up and puts down her magazine. She stretches and walks off. Natasha wheels the set off. Natasha comes back in and removes the table. She pulls up the screen. For the first time, the stage is completely bare.

Lucy enters. She is dancing sloppily. She is back in her nylon bikini and is barefoot. ‘I’m on holidays,’ she announces to the audience. A fake sun is lowered from the ceiling, a happy face drawn on it. Lucy touches it gently. A phone is lowered from the ceiling, moving down inch by inch. Lucy pulls on the receiver.

‘Stay on the line. Stay on the line,’ she says, ‘I’m not going to say anything mean.’ She pauses, as if gathering herself. ‘I just want to tell you that it’s not just one thing. I nearly became a person who thought that way, but it’s not. Many people don’t know that and you’re one of them.’

Lucy watches as the receiver is raised back up. She stands there for a moment before Natasha slides onstage in a similar bikini. She takes Lucy’s hand.

‘What would you like to do?’ she asks. ‘We can do anything you like.’

‘Something dumb,’ Lucy says.

The lights go down, completely black, and when they lift back up, Lucy and Natasha are sitting in a glass box. Lucy is retching into a bucket. Natasha sits on the floor beside her, holding her hair back. Lucy’s phone rings and she lifts her head briefly to say, ‘Tell him to fuck off, would you?’ She continues throwing up.

Natasha takes the phone from Lucy’s hand. She looks at it. She hesitates. She looks at it again. It continues to ring. ‘Fuck off,’ she says, quite kindly, into the receiver.

Lucy lifts her head up fully. ‘I didn’t think you would actually do that.’

‘I’m getting brave,’ Natasha says.

Lucy laughs. She rests her head on Natasha’s shoulder. She closes her eyes. Natasha lifts the slab of glass from above their heads, and stars fill the glass box until it becomes a shimmering box of light. They stay inside for a few minutes before Natasha steps out and pulls the box offstage with Lucy remaining inside.

Natasha comes back out with the small table under her arm. She spreads out the tablecloth again. She retrieves two chairs and sets them down. She runs back and gets two cups and an afternoon tea set. She considers the table for a minute, before she sits down.

Lucy enters with a flourish. She is wearing a fur coat.