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I think a few people who read this may remember how Donald discovered Indigo's missing husband in the yard - his body, that is. This afternoon, Nidal
improvised a yarn around that mystery as handily as if he'd been telling that story over and over for years. I was wide-eyed covering my mouth with disbelief practically the whole time. You spend ten years studying playwriting and write only about one paragraph that's not mediocre; and because you are a better casting director than you are a writer, you give your neighbor who owns the neighborhood grocery a fact situation and tell him "call me when you're ready and I'll put you in front of the camera"; and in 20 minutes, he spins a better tale than you ever wrote. And he's so good at it that even though you wrote the original goddamn play, you start believing the story he's telling more than the one you spent two years writing.