The Monologue
The Monologue
There’s a new show that is making a tour across the country. Sabina had heard it from a friend of hers and found the time for the show in the papers. One is showing this weekend. She bought two tickets. The Vagina Monologue it is called, a one-woman show celebrating the female genital, her sex, her Venus—however it is called. She tells him to get dressed up for Saturday. The show is at eight o’clock in the evening. They’ve rented a local theatre for the weekend to do the show. It has been picking up in popularity. She wanted to go see it. He is more than obliged to go. He thought that maybe he could learn more about the vagina.