I thought about what Mandie had said for a while. It kind of made sense, and I had to recognize that. .but I didn't like it. Maybe she didn't know me, but I'd thought that I'd known her. Why couldn't we have stayed together and tried to figure something out? My life was nothing, right now. I just felt empty. I stood in one place in the theatre until the cleaning people came in and kicked me out. Then I stood in the same place in the hall until the theatre closed and kicked me out. I stood on the sidewalk for at least an hour before I finally made a bottle of wine for myself. I broke it to open it, and drank all of it. Then I picked a piece of the shattered glass and killed myself with it.