![]() ![]() ![]() Unfortunately, this seemingly romantic overture makes Elaine even more sex-crazed and maniacal with love. Now, faced with mounting pressure from her drug dealer, Dom (and his goon, Betty), Frances comes up with a terrible idea: She asks Elaine to move in with her for real. But somehow (it involved a steady stream of beer and weed, as things often did with Frances) Elaine ended up in Frances’s bed and never left. ![]() She was, in fact, looking to drown her sorrows in a pint or twelve and nurse a broken heart, shattered by the gorgeous, electric Adrienne. An intriguingly headstrong yet vulnerable character with an astonishing talent for making the worst possible life-decisions." -Sarah Haywood, best-selling author of The Cactusįrances was not looking for a relationship when she met Elaine in a bar. "A brilliantly quirky, surreally funny story. An exuberant dark comedy about love, grief, sex, guilt, and one woman’s harebrained scheme to tranquilize her voraciously amorous girlfriend for a few days so that she might pay off her drug dealer, make soup, and finally get some peace and quiet. ![]()
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