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Brandywine Distillery Fire

Matthew Freeman © 2010

Curtain. Couch. Lights.

 

From the curtain comes Moira. Looks at the audience. Winces and smiles. She remembers a stool, exits to retrieve it. Returns. Places the stool carefully center. Sits facing upstage.

 

Moira

She asked me if I would zip it up for her. I said I would. She turned around. I zipped her up. I don’t know. It could have been the way she turned around that made me start crying. But it was only a little bit of crying, and she didn’t notice it. Or she did notice it, and she didn’t say anything about it. She does that. She actively says nothing. Chooses zero.

 

Pause.

 

She’s cheerful. She’s stuffed into this turquoise and coral dress like it’s a pig’s mouth and she’s an apple. Years ago, she was sitting in a pair of beige pants and only her bra, sobbing into an ashtray. I was, what? Ten? Younger? She asked me to open a box of cigarettes because she couldn’t. Now, here we are. Here she is. I work somewhere, I do something, I’m married, I don’t think about being married. It’s all she thinks about. Being married.

 

Pause.

 

When she dies… I wonder if she even will die.  Will she? She could. She’s supposed to I guess. If she does, when she does, I’m going to just watch television and wear jeans. I’m going to flop down on a couch and watch TV until I just flick it off and then I’ll stare at the black screen and wait. Did you know that when the TV is off…it’s dreaming? Of Sanford and Sons and Car 54 Where Are You and waves and pixels and light trapped in tombs. Of light trapped underground in Paris. When it closes its eyes, it’s dreaming.

 

The speech ends. Moira rises, attempts to exit, then remembers the stool, and strikes it. She sinks into the couch onstage, and waits. Eventually, Ivanna and Steve come forward and assume positions to begin the next scene.

 

When Ivanna raises her hand, holding a coffee cup, revving up to speak: BLACKOUT.

 

Lights rise again on Ivanna looks slightly perturbed. Then, she begins. She speaks to both Steve and Moira.

 

Ivanna

When you travel remember to carry one thing with you. That thing is a wad of fake bills. Then, when a native tries to steal from you, you give him the fake bills and he’s fooled. Trust me… those people are no match for cunning moves like this one. A guy like that has never seen real dollars. He’ll hold up a makeshift revolver and say “Give it up” and you say “Here you go” and you give him the funny money and he grabs it and runs away from you as if you’re made of nuclear fission or radioactive… something or other. As if you’re Hiroshima. As if you’re the Eastern Front.

 

Pause.

 

Even though you’ve lost nothing, take a mental picture of this kid. Take your grievance back to the American embassy. Not long after that, you’ll be home and on TV you’ll see the place you left, this place where you were only a tourist, where you went scuba diving… buried in a sea of fire. You’ll see the very face that robbed you covered in flies and smoke. You’ll be sure it was your fault, and feel guilty, and both of those impulses are right. Still: that’s justice for you.

 

Pause.

 

Then, put on those shoes you like. The ones that are in the back of the closet.  You practically forgot they were there. Put those on. You deserve it.

 

Another slightly prolonged transition, but faster. The actors no longer trust the lighting, and so they simply move to their positions on their own.

 

Maggie and Alexis, assume their places for the next scene: Alexis sitting on the couch. Maggie speaks each of her lines at an elevated volume. The opposite of sotto voce.

 

Maggie

Gorillas can have pets. And take care of them. They can take care of cats. If you can take care of something that’s not you, let alone take care of something that doesn’t resemble you, that’s just a different animal entirely… I mean doesn’t that prove something? About something…intangible?

 

Alexis

I think you’re putting human behavior on a pedestal. I think it’s probably just a way that gorillas stave off suicide. That’s why I have a cat. Actually I have two cats. And it’s a way for me to avoid going insane with loneliness.

 

Maggie

Isn’t loneliness evidence that you have a soul?

 

Alexis

No. Its evidence that our organisms main function is to avoid being dead.

 

Maggie

No, no, no. You can’t just ascribe all behavior some corresponding Darwinian whateverthefuck. Okay, so what evolutionary function does celebrity news serve?

 

Alexis

Fact: there are easy answers to all those questions. Fact number two: there’s no such thing as Darwin. Fact: people use the words ape and monkey interchangeably, even though they’re not the same at all. Fact: you’re talking shit and you’re always talking shit.

 

Maggie

No, no, no. You can’t just ascribe all Darwinian whateverthefuck to corresponding behaviors. Evolutionary celebrities serve a function.

 

Alexis

Don’t put yourself on a pedestal. Fact: you’re on a pedestal.

 

Maggie

You have more than two cats.

 

Pause.

 

You do. I’ve seen the other one. The little orange one. Winnie. That one.

 

Alexis

You’re talking shit.

 

Maggie

No. You really have more than one cat. Than two cats. You have more than two cats.

 

Alexis

Harold, Wallace and Winnie. Two cats.

 

Maggie

You just said three names.

 

Alexis

You’re making a good point. I think the third is really new. Maybe I’m just not used to her yet.

 

Maggie

No, no, no. You can’t get all Darwinian on the corresponding cat behaviors. Whateverthefuck you mean by it. Don’t put yourself on a pedestal. Gorillas can take care of cats, you can take care of cats. I don’t see how any progress is being made.

 

Maggie collapses in a desperate heap. Then, the scene being over, leaves this mode, rises, and smiles. She exits, followed closely by Alexis.

 

Enter Steve, Kina and Sarah facing one another. They are in a triangle, almost touching shoulders.

 

During this scene the rest of the cast strikes the couch, and leaves it in the aisle.

 

Steve

Thanks for having me.

 

Sarah

It’s okay. It wasn’t any trouble.

 

Kina

We didn’t have to do too much to arrange it.

 

Sarah

So don’t worry about it.

 

Steve

Still though, thanks for having me on the show.

 

Kina

Seriously, it’s fine. It wasn’t any trouble.

 

Steve

Well maybe it wasn’t any trouble because you’re so good at arranging things that it felt easy to you.

 

Kina

No, it’s just a really simple thing to do. We call your…what is the guy? A manager?

 

Sarah

A manager.

 

Kina

We call him, she gives us a date, we’ve got all the equipment, it’s fine. It’s easy.

 

Sarah

Right. So don’t worry about it at all.

 

Pause.

 

Steve

Thanks.

 

Sarah

Stop thanking us. Seriously, stop it. We didn’t do anything. At all. You’re wasting everyone’s time.

 

Steve

I’m just trying to show you that I appreciate the effort.

 

Pause.

 

Kina

Are you … like… emotionally retarded? Are you thick?

 

Steve

No. No.

 

Sarah

Because we told you to stop thanking us and the more you thank us the clearer it is that you’re not even listening to us. What? You think we’re not here? Is that what you think?

 

Steve

I’m sorry.

 

Sarah

Are you?

 

Steve

Yes.

 

Sarah

Can we get on with it?

 

Steve

Yes.

 

 

Kina

Great.

 

Sarah

Perfect.

 

Steve

Thanks for having me.

 

Kina

I’ll eat your heart. I will. I’ll eat your heart.

 

Sarah

We didn’t even want to bring you on if you want to know the truth. They made us invite you. They said “Listen, he’s a big deal. He’ll be really interesting. Everyone will listen.” But honestly, I’ve never even heard of you.

 

Kina

I actually threatened to quit when they told me it was going to be you. Because I read that you’re an anti-Semite.

 

Steve

I’m not! I’m not at all!

 

Kina

Well I read it. And I said “I am not going to have that anti-Semite here. I will not have him on the show.” I threw a fit. I tore down all the pictures in the hallways in our offices. I stabbed the receptionist with a letter opener. I spit into everyone’s Lattes. I squatted and peed on my own desk.

 

 

Sarah

We had to give her a shot. To calm her down. I mean, we had people come from a clinic. Tied her down and gave her a shot.

 

Kina

They never tell you the truth about it. They don’t say after all the numbness wears off, you’re really not going to like how you feel.

 

Steve

I had no idea what you went through. Just to keep me off the show.

 

Sarah

They forced us to do this.

 

Pause.

 

Steve

Thank you for having me on.

 

They stand for three full minutes as music plays.

 

Music starts again.  Enter Moira, then Sarah

 

Moira

How long is this going to take?

 

Sarah

Keep your pants on.

 

Moira

Because I can’t be here all day.

 

Sarah

Hold your horses.

 

Moira

Because this isn’t like some casual thing, okay?

 

Exit Steve and Kina.

 

Moira

Someday, they’ll come pouring in here from all angles, in the windows and in the doors, and you do not want to be here when that happens.

 

Sarah

I understand that.

 

Moira

And I’ll have to throw myself on top of you.

 

Sarah

I wouldn’t let you.

 

Moira

I’d be torn to shreds.

 

Sarah

I wouldn’t let you do that. We’ll get this over with, we’ll get the fuck out of here, and we’ll be long gone before they show up. But let me just say, I would never let you take it all on like that for me. Not like I did in 1996. That was crazy and we never should have risked it. We knew they’d be coming in waves, and they’d bring axes and spikes on poles and whatever you call those things with the chains. We knew it was going to happen. We could have been long gone before it did.

 

Moira

I still can’t see out of my right eye. Not completely. I’ve lost some sight in it.

 

Sarah

I know that. I know that.

 

Moira

But if I had to, I would lose all the sight in my right eye. I’d let them practically cut my back open like you cut open a bag of Jiffy Pop. For you. If they got here and there wasn’t any choice. Which is exactly why I want to make sure we’re not here when they get here.

 

Sarah

Don’t get your shoelaces in a knot over it.

 

Moira

They’ll be here any second.

 

Sarah

I’m almost finished.

 

Moira

Someday I’m just going to get some red tights.

 

Sarah

What? Why?

 

Moira

And a cape. And some yellow boots. And jump from a rooftop and find that I am, actually, able to fly like Supergirl. I’ll grab you by the scruff of your neck like a kitten and we’ll soar above all these brutal disgusting pigs and bootlickers and we’ll see the ocean or some shit. We’ll eat cake, butter rum cake or cake with that kind of really rich vanilla frosting or something. We’ll steal cake and eat it while I fly us around and we won’t have live like fugitives in suburban neighborhoods. We won’t live in fear of them pouring in our windows and doors. Or of being disemboweled.

 

Sarah

I think we should just get a gun. Maybe. A gun or two.

 

Moira

We talked about that. We talked about this already.

 

Sarah

It’s more likely we’ll get a gun than you’ll learn to fly.

 

Moira

It might be more possible. But it’s not more likely.

 

Pause.

 

I read that this woman that got a mastectomy viewed it as an opportunity to get fake tits.

 

Pause.

 

Isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard?

 

Sarah

I’m not going to let you lose sight in both eyes.

 

Moira

You promise?

 

Sarah

I promise.

 

Moira

I’ll never let anyone hurt you.

 

Sarah

I think you could probably fly if you tried.

 

Moira

Well not yet. Not yet.

 

Pause.

 

So…hurry up.

 

Enter Steve and Ivanna. They surround Sarah.

 

Ivanna

Is it just me or is the taste radically different?

 

Steve

It always feels a little weird in my mouth.

 

Ivanna

What puzzles me, what puzzles me is that it feels like it’s got all these bumps and grooves.

 

 

Steve

It’s still basically smooth though.

 

Ivanna

It is.

 

Steve

You never realize how important consistency is until you taste something like… uni? You tried that?

 

Ivanna

Sea urchin. I love that. That they call it ‘urchin.’ Like it’s this Dickensian kind of sea pudding. It it’s the artful…dodger or something. Of the sea.

 

Steve

I once gagged uni up on a date.

 

Ivanna

Gagged it up?

 

(they speak the scene softly, until the other scene ends)

 

Moira

How long is this going to take?

 

Sarah

Keep your pants on.

 

Sarah

Because I can’t be here all day.

 

Sarah

Hold your horses.

 

Moira

Because this isn’t like some casual thing, okay? Someday, they’ll come pouring in here from all angles, in the windows and in the doors, and you do not want to be here when that happens.

 

Sarah

I understand that.

 

Moira

And I’ll have to throw myself on top of you.

 

Sarah

I wouldn’t let you.

 

Moira

I’d be torn to shreds.

 

Sarah

I wouldn’t let you do that. We’ll get this over with, we’ll get the fuck out of here, and we’ll be long gone before they show up. But let me just say, I would never let you take it all on like that for me. Not like I did in 1996. That was crazy and we never should have risked it. We knew they’d be coming in waves, and they’d bring axes and spikes on poles and whatever you call those things with the chains. We knew it was going to happen. We could have been long gone before it did.

 

Moira

I still can’t see out of my right eye. Not completely. I’ve lost some sight in it.

 

Sarah

I know that. I know that.

 

Moira

But if I had to, I would lose all the sight in my right eye. I’d let them practically cut my back open like you cut open a bag of Jiffy Pop. For you. If they got here and there wasn’t any choice. Which is exactly why I want to make sure we’re not here when they get here.

 

Sarah

Don’t get your shoelaces in a knot over it.

 

Moira

They’ll be here any second.

 

Sarah

I’m almost finished.

 

Moira

Someday I’m just going to get some red tights.

 

Sarah

What? Why?

 

Moira

And a cape. And some yellow boots. And jump from a rooftop and find that I am, actually, able to fly like Supergirl. I’ll grab you by the scruff of your neck like a kitten and we’ll soar above all these brutal disgusting pigs and bootlickers and we’ll see the ocean or some shit. We’ll eat cake, butter rum cake or cake with that kind of really rich vanilla frosting or something. We’ll steal cake and eat it while I fly us around and we won’t have live like fugitives in suburban neighborhoods. We won’t live in fear of them pouring in our windows and doors. Or of being disemboweled.

 

Sarah

I think we should just get a gun. Maybe. A gun or two.

 

Moira

We talked about that. We talked about this already.

 

Sarah

It’s more likely we’ll get a gun than you’ll learn to fly.

 

Moira

It might be more possible. But it’s not more likely.

 

            Pause.

 

I read that this woman that got a mastectomy viewed it as an opportunity to get fake tits.

 

Pause.

 

Isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard?

 

Sarah

I’m not going to let you lose sight in both eyes.

 

Moira

You promise?

 

Sarah

I promise.

 

Moira

I’ll never let anyone hurt you.

 

Sarah

I think you could probably fly if you tried.

 

Moira

Well not yet. Not yet.

 

Pause.

 

So…hurry up.

 

 

Steve

I hadn’t swallowed it yet. Wouldn’t call it puking really. Gagged it up. Sickening.

 

Ivanna

I’ve done that.

 

Steve

Disgusting.

 

Ivanna

I’ve done that too. But this isn’t like that. It’s not so soft. It’s smooth, but it’s not soft. You know? The way it… what’s the word? Seems to… como se dice spread out?

 

Steve

I know what you mean but I don’t know the word for it.

 

Ivanna

But last time we tried this it wasn’t like that at all.

 

Steve

Radically different though? Radically? I don’t know. It’s not radical. I think it’s subtle.

 

Ivanna

The ginger.

 

Steve

Wait. What? Ginger?

 

Ivanna

Yes. Ginger.

 

Steve

That is not ginger.

 

Ivanna

That’s ginger.

 

Steve

Ginger doesn’t taste like that at all.

 

Ivanna

Fresh ginger does.

 

Steve

Oh I see.

 

Ivanna

You see what?

 

Steve

Nothing. I just see what you mean by fresh ginger.

 

Ivanna

How is that possibly pissing you off?

 

Steve

I know what you mean. That’s all. Fresh. Fresh ginger. Like I’m…what? Like I’ve never had it? Like when I think of ginger I think of fucking what…Schweppes?

 

Pause.

 

Ivanna

That’s not what I meant.

 

Steve

Yes it is.

 

Ivanna

I meant that you were a little puff of sea urchin. A sweet little sea pudding. With nothing but your wits and a haypenny.

 

Pause.

 

Do you forgive me?

 

 

Exit all.

 

Maggie begins her speech from the back of the house, seemingly trapped by the couch.

 

Maggie

I am carefully arranging the things in my house. By utility, by size of object. By color, by category. It’s as if…no. It is. It isn’t like anything. I’m arranging the things in my house.

 

Pause.

 

I wish I had help. You can’t imagine how much I’ve accumulated. So much. Persian rugs, shrunken heads, Mason jars full of old pen springs. I know , I know, that once these things are properly put away…once they get in their cubby holes and dress drawers…once they are planted; watered; put in the ledger. Once this happens I will finally be able to leave.

 

Pause.

 

I wish I could go. It’s been so long. So many years that I’ve filled my house with trinks and sheets. I even remember when it wasn’t only me here. Let’s face the facts. You should help me. Half of this shit is yours anyway, right?

 

Pause.

 

Help me put all these things away. I can’t do it alone. Or fucking buy some of this shit. It’s taking so long. Sometimes I just sit on a pile of rags, and watch the sun through the window. Or the sun watches me as I play with watches. On oil rags. In this wicked place that is half yours.

 

Pause.

 

It’s not healthy. Health is first and foremost in my mind. That’s why I don’t drink coffee. That’s why I refuse to grow any taller. That’s why I wash my armpits. That’s why I imagine myself holding a great weight. A chair on my head. A hunchback. A wooly mammoth. Agriculture.

 

Alexis speaks from the house and moves to centerstage.

 

Alexis

I am an actor’s actor. I do all sorts of subtle things on stage that other actor’s appreciate. To them, perhaps, I’m almost transparently skilled. You might not realize what I’m doing, it might not be clear to you immediately, it might never become clear. To those of you in the audience tonight that have ever been on stage, though, I know you know what I’m up to. I know you see what I’m doing right now, and that you have tremendous respect for it. That you admire it.

 

Pause.

 

You might be thinking “She’s trying to appear almost as if she’s not acting at all, a sort of less-is-more with a dash of heightened emotion.” That would almost be true, if I weren’t so calculating though laconic. You might be imagining that behind my eyes is a complex series of motivations. No, no. It’s less than that and more.

 

Pause.

 

Look here. See this area of my face? You didn’t even think about the effect is has on the rest of your experience with my face. You can’t imagine how important this zone can be. There’s this book that only the actors here have heard of, a book called The Uneasy, which is by a Taiwanese child prodigy. That book highlights the importance of this area of the face. It is also known far and wide as the definitive text on sotto voce.

 

Pause.

 

Actors see what I’m doing and know I’ve read that book. Actors see what I’m doing and they see the cagey way I circle a line and then attack when you least expect it. Actors envy, perhaps, my wicked way around a verb, the way I slide adjectives around my teeth, the way I seem to pull new nouns out of old ones. You might not. That’s why I’m not even really doing this with you in mind. You’re there, I see you. About as well as you see me.

 

Maggie runs past her, all the way upstage and behind the curtain. Alexis follows, peering into the dark. Then holds up the curtain. We find the cast there, with a tree. Caught.

 

Moira

The poem about the dog…

 

Kina

It’s not about a dog.

 

Maggie

There’s a dog in the poem. It’s a figure of speech. Or a term of art. To be about a dog. Isn’t it?

 

Alexis

I wouldn’t even begin to start to know.  I probably won’t start to begin to know for years. In the meantime, we can imagine it’s so, and it might as well be so. If you consider how it could be, how it could be impossible to tell, for years, after years of study…

 

Steve

Dogs are man’s best friend.

 

Alexis

 then you have to give it a pass. Just let the whole thing go.

 

Steve

Dogs are man’s best friend.

 

Ivanna

I’ve heard that. I’ve read that. But they can also tear you up. Rip you to pieces. They eat kids.

 

Kina

Everything can be used as a weapon.

 

Sarah

Once there was a dog in a poem and it had three legs. Once there was a dog in a poem and it was domesticated like a househusband. On the radio, they told this story of an old couple that had a sweet dog. They old woman died and the dog turned on the man immediately. Attacked him all the time. You see, the dog thought the order of things was: Woman in charge, dog second in command, man third. So when the woman was gone, someone had to be in charge.

 

Kina

How embarrassing.

 

Ivanna

How tenuous.

 

Alexis

The dog is nice to you because it perceives that to be in its interest.

 

Sarah

If your pet were hungry, desperate, it would eat you.

 

Steve

Not if it believed you were the King.

 

 

Maggie

This explains feudalism.

 

Alexis

The psychology of dogs.

 

Ivanna

But not all dogs are the same. You say dogs like all dogs are the same. Is a fox the same as a terrier?

 

Moira

I never intended to talk about dogs at all. You know? I wanted to talk about this poem.

 

Ivanna

Oh.

 

Moira

This poem, the poem I mean, it’s sly. Slight. It keeps tricking you. It flicks the language switch on and off, on and off. Of course it’s about male menopause or the way a man imagines he wants to drive away or how a man is crumbling under the weight of his past. Something to do with high cholesterol, not being able to have salty foods, that sort of thing. But then there’s this dog in it.

 

Pause.

 

I’m not describing it right. In fact, I’m sure this isn’t how I feel about the poem at all.

 

Steve

Sometimes you have to.

 

 

Moira

Sometimes I just say things, and then I stop, and then I start again.

 

Steve

Sometimes you have to. What else are going to do? Go dumb?

 

Kina

Dogfighting.

 

Steve

What?

 

Kina

Dogfighting?

 

Moira

No one wants to talk about dogfighting.

 

Kina

Dogfighting.

 

Maggie

No one wants to talk about that.

 

Pause.

 

My dog’s name is Nancy.

 

Steve steps forward, takes the tree, and closes the curtain. He speaks to the audience.

 

Steve

I had a dog named Clowny. We did. We had that dog. Dad was a priest. Is a priest. Minister. The dog got hit by a bus on Swamp Pike. Frozen in this running pose, tongue out. Suspended like a Polaroid of a blissed-out pup. Dad put him in a blue wheelbarrow, on top of some dirt. Got me and my brother and sister outside. All of us. Dressed up in the priests costume. His robes and whatever. The collar. Pushes this wheelbarrow to a hole he dug himself. Said prayers and dumped the dog in. Shlump! That’s the sound. Then he buried it.

 

Pause.

 

First dead thing I ever saw.

 

Music. Steve steps forward. He takes the couch and begins to dance with it. Around him, an office scene is playing out. An argument about a database.

 

Alexis

Let’s make it simpler. First of all, if you receive it in your inbox, print it out. Then, put it into the file we have, the one sorted by city and state. That one. Put it in that file, the one on Gwen’s desk. After that’s done, enter the document into the online database, so it can be shared with the sales staff that we intend to hire in the near future, should the market rebound.

 

Sarah

That’s not simpler.

 

Ivanna

Well it’s not simple. But it’s simpler.

 

Maggie

The database needs to be circumvented. It can’t be done!

 

Sarah

Circumvent the database or stop printing everything thrice. Why print something that you have electronically, only to place it in an electronic database? It seems as if you’re missing the entire point of electronics.

 

Alexis

You’re overestimating electronics. And no one calls it electronics anyway. It’s information technology. Information. Technology.

 

Ivanna

That’s neither here nor there nor here again. You talk to me as if I were born in a day of yore. Face it: you’re a thing of the past. You’re a moat around a castle. An outhouse. A steam engine.

 

Maggie

Did you hear what I said about city and state? Because that was the crux of it, the heart of it, and you missed it with your clamoring and heeby jeeby. Your crumble-mashing and your fucktarded blather. We print things out and put them on Gwen’s desk. We do this. We put them in the online, electronic, informational techhole. Then, we sort them by what? What?

 

Alexis

City and state?

 

Maggie

Exactly. City. And. State. Regional. Location. That’s what Gwen uncovered. That’s the secret.

 

Ivanna

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. This is bullshit. You can’t be serious. I’m glad you pulled it by the reins and shoved it up my nose because I would have entirely… I wouldn’t have seen the… the error. The profound error. That is/was/will be made here if we stop sorting by last name.

 

Maggie

City and state!

 

Sarah

We do not use this information that way. It is forbidden. Verboten. In your native tongue.

 

Maggie

City. And. State. City and state!

 

Alexis

First, I swear I thought you’d lost it with this constructed bullshit about how everything needs to be simplified. How Gwen’s files would unlock some key to a better workflow and bleeding edge processes. But now I see what you were really after all along. To upend our whole system with this nonsense about city-states. Does this look like goddamn Athens to you? In such and such B.C.?  Or would you say BCE you liberal new historicist? You’ll have us all in the clink you will. You’ll have us worshipping lesser Gods and bartering for our stock options like a common Afrikaner. It’s shameless. And you should be ashamed.

 

Enter Kina. All eyes on her.

 

Kina

“Nothing it was saying more nothing.” That’s how she said it. I think it’s aphasia. She stood up and she pointed at the bottle. Upset, the way she gets. She’s too young for this and she knows it. I’m almost used to it now. Almost.

 

Steve attempts to paraphrase what she’s heard back to her.

 

Call it a hunch. Call it intuition. Call it a lightbulb. But I picked up the bottle and I threw it in the garbage. Call it my best guess. Call it telepathy. I knew it. I knew it.

 

Sarah attempts to paraphrase what she’s heard back to her. Then, during the next part of Kina’s monologue, Ivanna tries to immediately repeat Kina’s lines after they are spoken.  Steve and Sarah help after she falters a bit.

 

Get goes to the garbage and doesn’t say anything but language has totally turned on her. She reaches into the bottle… no, I mean she reaches into the trash can. She picks up the bottle. She holds it up to my face. Furious I think. I can’t really tell. She shakes it. It’s empty. She shakes it again. Nothing happens. The third time she shakes it, it fills up with fluid.  All the way up. Why did you do that, I ask her. You know you’re not supposed to do that.

 

Kina begins to give the monologue again. This time, Sarah, Steve and Ivanna all try to say Kina’s lines at the same time.

 

“Nothing it was saying more nothing.” That’s how she said it. I think it’s aphasia. She stood up and she pointed at the bottle. Upset, the way she gets. She’s too young for this and she knows it. I’m almost used to it now. Almost. Call it a hunch. Call it intuition. Call it a lightbulb. But I picked up the bottle and I threw it in the garbage. Call it my best guess. Call it telepathy. I knew it. I knew it.

 

Get goes to the garbage and doesn’t say anything but language has totally turned on her. She reaches into the bottle… no, I mean she reaches into the trash can. She picks up the bottle. She holds it up to my face. Furious I think. I can’t really tell. She shakes it. It’s empty. She shakes it again. Nothing happens. The third time she shakes it, it fills up with fluid.

 

All the way up. Why did you do that, I ask her. You know you’re not supposed to do that.

 

 

Alexis cuts in and faces Kina too closely. Kina stops.

 

Alexis

I have been hobbled by a clumsy…  by the clumsy use of exposition. I just couldn’t…

 

Enter entire cast. They assume a tableau and smile.

 

Moira

The story is good. Everything in it adds up. It all works out. But it also rhymes you know? But in this subtle way.

 

Ivanna

Slant rhymes. Thematic rhymes. Tropes.

 

Steve

I’m sure there’s a… there’s a way to…

 

Sarah

..there’s a way to make what happened before happen…no. No.

 

Moira

It was like the hand of … that’s too much. That’s a little too much.

 

Alexis

I tried to show where I should have told or told what I shouldn’t have shown. I shone, and was shown. You see how it gets tangled up?

 

Kina

Lights rise on a man with two heads. Right? Like that.  Lights rise in the past. Then they rise in the future. Like that? Lights rise on a cat in a basket. On a caboose. Lights rise on me and only me. Like that? It’s enough just like that…

 

Steve

It wasn’t… no.

 

Pause.

 

Let me think this through before I just start…

 

Alexis

The problem is that when I started, I knew there were missing pieces. I started in the middle so the start, the real start, is before. So maybe I never started. I started in the middle.

 

I guess that means I did start.

 

Kina

When he comes in, the lights rise. Then all the sudden, he’s telling you all about the Brandywine Distillery Fire, and the way it affected her, and the loss of her favorite son…and you get the whole thing right there and nothing is left out.

 

Sarah

It’s like you’re writing with two left feet.

 

Moira

The rest works.

 

Ivanna

The rest is magic.

 

Moira

I said it works.

 

Ivanna

I said it did too.

 

Maggie

Here’s the thing. The fact that it takes place in Brandywine.

 

 

Alexis

It’s Bradley. It’s in Bradley.

 

Maggie

Really? I got into a car accident in Bradley. It was my first car accident.

 

Sarah

You never forget your first.

 

Steve

Mine was in Texas. I spun out. Bam. I think to this day, it’s the most blood that ever came out of my body. Huge amounts. Gushers.

 

Maggie

But the fact is that it’s an amusement park ride. An amusement park ride. An amusement park ride. An amusement park ride. You go from Brandywine backwards and suddenly where are we? We’re not in the…we’re not where we were. You’re trying to take us backwards and then this clumsy exposition shows up and I’m jerked around and I try to keep my hands in the car and what’s next? That’s the only question. If the perfect thing could happen right now, what would it be?

 

Pause.

 

Alexis

Isn’t this the perfect thing?

 

All pause smiling. Maggie steps out of the group, nods slightly, and exits through the aisle, still grinning madly.

 

Steve

It’s 5pm.

 

Sarah

I know.

 

Steve

Why are we the only two people here?

 

Sarah

It’s early for a meeting.

 

Steve

It’s not early.

 

Sarah

A lot of people work until five.

 

Steve

We asked and people said five was okay.

 

Sarah

I said five was okay. You said five was okay.

 

Steve

Five is okay.

 

Sarah

You hear what you want to hear.

 

Steve

Five is okay.

 

“Enter” Ivanna (who is simply standing there waiting).

 

Ivanna

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. It’s just us?

 

Steve

No, everyone’s supposed to be here.

 

Ivanna

Sorry I’m late.

 

Sarah

It’s fine.

 

Ivanna

Is there coffee?

 

Sarah

I didn’t have time.

 

Ivanna

No coffee?

 

Sarah

No.

 

Ivanna

Fuck. Then I need to go and get some.

 

Sarah

Now?

 

Steve

Just call someone who’s not here.

 

Ivanna

They’ll all be here in a…

 

“Enter” Alexis

 

Alexis

I’m not the last one!

 

Ivanna

I’ll call Kina. She’s always here last.

 

Alexis

We should change the meetings to six.

 

Steve

Everyone said five was okay.

 

Sarah

I tried to talk to him.

 

Alexis

You can’t talk to him. He gets something in his head and that’s that. I told him my name is Alexis and he says my name is Paula. Can’t make him stop.

 

Steve

Because you made up the other name. I know your real name.

 

Pause.

 

I think we should just get started.

 

Sarah

I think you should just wait. No Kina, no Moira. Ivanna’s on the phone.

 

Steve

I have to leave by six thirty.

 

Sarah

You do.

 

Steve

I have a place I have to be.

 

Sarah

Where?

 

Steve

I have to drive to Trenton.

 

Sarah

What’s in Trenton?

 

Steve

No one you know.

 

Alexis

I don’t want to know what this is about.

 


Steve

You don’t.

 

Ivanna “returns” from her conversation with Kina on a cell.

 

Ivanna

She’ll pick some up for me.

 

Alexis

Who?

 

Ivanna

Kina’s getting me coffee on the way.

 

“Enter” Moira.

 

Moira

Hi all.

 

Ivanna

Hi.

 

Moira

I brought these little chocolate donuts.

 

Alexis

Fuck you. Give me one.

 

Moira

I know right? I know.

 

Alexis

Give me one.

 

Steve

Let’s just get started.

 

Moira

Hi.

 

Steve

Hey.

 

Moira

You’re pissed huh?

 

Steve

Not pissed. I’m not pissed.

 

Moira

Because you look pissed.

 

Steve

I’m not pissed.

 

Moira

Okay, because you look pissed.

 

Alexis

He has to leave by six thirty.

 

Sarah

He’s driving to Trenton.

 

Moira

To get to Trenton at rush hour? You should actually leave at like six fifteen.

 

Steve

You think it’ll take that long?

 

Ivanna

She’s probably right. I used to have to drive past there to pick up flowers for the old catering business and I’d have to account for all the traffic around Philly. Plus, avoid Camden. It’s a shithole.

 

Sarah

You’ll get raped in Camden.

 

Steve

I don’t even think it’s on the way.

 

Moira

I think that’s good advice though. If you get lost, don’t get lost in Camden. But yeah.

 

Steve

So we should get started.

 

Sarah

Getting raped totally sucks.

 

Steve

I’ve heard that.

 

Sarah

So don’t get raped. Don’t get raped in Camden.

 

Moira

Kina’s not here.

 

Ivanna

She’s picking up coffee.

 

Moira

Ah. Good girl.

 

Sarah

Can I just say that we need to approve the budget today? I mean, we need to. It should be the first thing we do.

 

Moira

We should pray first.

 

Sarah

Whatever we just need to approve it. It’s been too long.

 

Moira

Right but we have to pray first. We’re not savages. This isn’t some Wall Street boondoggle. We pray here.

 

Ivanna

No one said that isn’t true.

 

 

Sarah

Pray first sure. But then immediately we need to vote on the budget.

 

Steve

Everyone knows what I think.

 

Sarah

You still have to actually vote.

 

Steve

I feel like we shouldn’t know each other’s votes.

 

Alexis

Okay, right. I’ve been saying this. We should secret ballot these things. We should remove the social part of it. We really should.

 

Moira

I love it. Don’t pray OR be social.

 

Alexis

No one said don’t pray. At all. Or that we shouldn’t be social. But for voting, you know it’s a million times harder to figure out which way to vote if someone you’ve been sleeping with is voting one way or another.

 

Ivanna

I wish you wouldn’t constantly bring this up.

 

Alexis

Bring what up?

 

“Enter Kina with two cups of coffee.”

 

Ivanna

Thanks!

 

Ivanna kisses Kina on the cheek.”

 

Kina

Okay slatterns. Let us pray and vote and such.

 

Steve

Did you just kiss her?

 

Ivanna

I’m kissy like that. I’m huggy and kissy like that.

 

Steve

Because I don’t like gay stuff in the church.

 

Ivanna

It’s not gay.

 

Kina

Fuck you, you fucking fuckwad. Let’s fucking pray and vote.

 

Moira

All in favor?

 

Kina

Are those donuts?

 

Alexis

She brought donuts.

 

Kina

All day I think to myself “Do not eat donuts.” All day I say this. And then what do I do?

 

Moira

Why fear death if you believe in heaven?

 

Kina

I don’t fear death. I fear fatness. Being big and fat.

 

Ivanna

You don’t have to worry about that, kid.

 

Alexis

I don’t constantly bring it up.

 

Moira

Yes you do.

 

Steve

Yes you do.

 

Sarah

So let’s get started.

 

Pause.

 

Moira

Who wants to…

 

Steve

I will.

 

Sarah

Fine.

 

Steve

Is everyone okay with that?

 

Kina

Suits me.

 

Ivanna

Let’s stab this prayer and leave it in a warehouse.

 

Alexis

Hell yes.

 

Sarah faces upstage and speaks to “God.”

 

Sarah

Heavenly Father.

 

Thank you for bringing us together on this Tuesday at just after five o’clock for our vestry meeting and for all these donuts. Let us remember that a budget is more than a collection of figures, more than the salary of a parish priest and a stipend for the sexton. It is an expression of your vision and the vision of this parish. Let us remember always that there is no blood like the blood of an animal, named by Adam and cursed forever in the sanctimony of the ritual of the Alchemy which is found in your Covenant with all living things. Let the New Covenant become Covenant 2.0, and let that Covenant come with features that are fashionable, even Holy. Let all of our Mobile Devices have service; let our bars be strong in times of peril; let all the teenage mothers who just died while I spoke be instantly forgiven, and let whatever is about to happen to Steve in Trenton be perversely satisfying. Or lucrative. Or both.

 

Pause.

 

In Jesus’ name.

 

All

Amen.

 

Steve appears as God and responds.

 

Steve

Shoes off. We are all John Lennon in this photograph. It was taken, I don’t know, 1985? How old were we then? I pretend sometimes I remember that year. I don’t. I mean, I do, but I don’t. I know it was important, and I remember how the TV looked. The big knobs. The cable brown plastic cable box with the little lever on the side. How if you pressed three five and seven all together, you could see the Playboy Channel really fuzzy. I had that room upstairs. In the attic. Dad had to walk through it to get to his study. It was all Ellery Queen back there. All J.R.R Tolkein. All C.S. Lewis.

               

Pause.

 

Stop interrupting me. This is important.

 

Pause.

 

Now, we’ve eliminated small pox from the world. Now, I have to spend $153.00 for allergy medication. Imagine if that’s how much tampons cost. Imagine what sort of work you’d be willing to do, then. That’s how they get you, you know. They make you pay for essential things, and treat them like luxuries.

 

Pause.

 

Danny, me, you, and Michael. All lined up. Shoes off, ready to go to church. We didn’t know then what we still don’t know. Sometimes, a moment of recognition will flash over my face, something I think I’ve gotten to the bottom of. Then it goes away, and I see on your face that you’ve had that feeling too. How it goes away, and we’re just the same, shoes off, years ago. I pretend sometimes I remember that year. I don’t. I mean, I do, but I don’t.

 

 

Flashbulb goes off. All exit except Kina and Maggie onstage. Steve’s monologue and Kina and Maggie’s scene happen concurrently. There are four breaks in the scene as Steve interrupts.

 

Kina and Maggie sway and move their arms as they speak. A sort of dull dance.

 

 

 

Steve

I woke up and it occurred to me immediately that I was covered in blood. My blood. I thought “Did I lose my dick?” Then I thought if I was going to become a hermaphrodite like one of those frogs. Then I realized “No, no. That’s not what a hermaphrodite is.” Then I thought I must be in shock. Then I went into shock.

 

Pause.

 

Somewhere in my head I discovered perspective. And then I forced myself to have forced perspective. Then I realized that I could not see the horizon line. Painting have their way with me. But not the paintings you’re thinking of. No, it’s not those paintings. I mean paintings you’ve never seen. The paintings I imagine I could paint if I knew how to paint.

 

Pause.

 

Then I went into shock. Then I was in shock. Then I was shocked. Then I conjugated the verb “to shock.” Then I realized that not all of the blood was mine. There was someone in the car with me. Oh. No. That’s the person from the other car. I spun out. I must have spun out.

 

Kina

Everything is going to work out. We’re going to develop cures for things, but we won’t overdo it. We’ll have trustworthy vaccines. The newspaper will publish things we really need to know. Our parents will be trusted to administer spanking only under duress.

 

Maggie

You can’t think that.

 

Kina

I do. I didn’t always. But now I do.

 

Maggie

It was that book.

 

Kina

You should read it. It’s reassuring without being practical. The best kind. The only kind to read when you’re thinking too much about your brother and wondering why he went off and had children in the first place. It’s the perfect thing to read in that circumstance.

 

Maggie

Is your brother still living in Maine?

 

Kina

He is.

 

Maggie

Do you ever see him?

 

Kina

I don’t. I did once, but now I don’t. He got in a car and drove for hours until he was pulled over. He lunged at the police. Paranoid. Whatever he’s supposed to take he’s not taking.

 

Maggie

Is he older or younger?

 

Kina

Older.

 

Maggie

That must have been difficult for you growing up.

 

Kina

Growing up wasn’t difficult. It actually sped up the whole process.

 

 

Maggie

I don’t have a brother. I always wanted one. They seemed like they would kick the shit out of people for you. It’s useful to have that around.

 

Pause.

 

Kina

Listen I don’t think we should tell anyone we talked about this.

 

Maggie

I agree completely.

 

Kina

They’ll think it was…

 

Maggie

I agree completely.

 

Kina

I didn’t mean to imply anything.

 

Maggie

And I didn’t infer anything.

 

Kina

And so we’ll leave it there.

 

Maggie

There. We’ll leave it alone.

 

Kina

Don’t let anyone know about my brother. Don’t tell anyone. Don’t tell anyone you know and don’t let me find out you told anyone.

 

Maggie

I understand. I agree.

 

Kina

Please.

 

Maggie

I won’t tell anyone.

 

Kina

I’m begging you.

 

Maggie

I promise.

 

Kina

Why are you doing this?

 

Maggie

Nothing is going to happen.

 

Kina

You’ve got me by the balls here. You know that? This is just some weird power trip for you.

 

Maggie

I swear I won’t tell anyone. Not a living soul.

 

Kina

Just don’t tell anyone.

 

Maggie

I won’t. I swear to you. Not a living soul.

 

 

 

Immediately the next scene begins. The performers speak to each other over the music, looking for the end of the scene, trying to figure out who, exactly, they’re speaking to.

 

Kina

It’s that old story. The one you know. She reaches into the bottle and inside it is the story of the woman who lives in her father’s house and she is alone and wants to be married.

 

Moira

That old story. I love this story.

 

Steve

You don’t look well. You do not look well at all.

 

Sarah

Seven plus two?

 

Alexis

A symbol.

 

Sarah

Nine.

 

Kina

So lonely, but there are no men except her father. She cannot marry her father.

 

Ivanna

I feel fine. I feel absolutely perfect. I’ve eaten nothing for days but beta blockers, fish oil, gnarled roots, diced lamb. It’s all according to a schedule. I’ve never felt better.

 

Maggie

I don’t know. I agree. You look…

 

Steve

Exactly. You look puffy or something. Have you had any water lately?

 

Maggie

You look sick. Or maybe…no. Not sick. I guess sick is a bit over the top.

 

Alexis

No, don’t combine them. It’s a symbol. Seven plus two. The symbol plus sign. Two lines overlapping in the center. Then the seven with the line through it and then two. The number two. It’s a symbol.

 

Kina

She can’t see him as anything except her father.

 

Sarah

Like getting married on Halloween. Like those things on the sides of packages that show you what’s poison.

 

Alexis

A symbol.

 

Steve

No, I think you’re right. You look sick.

 

Ivanna

Lamb keeps people from getting sick. Roots, fish oil. Every day I run.

 

Maggie

Here’s the real question: when you take all that stuff? Do you wash it down with water?

 

Steve

Too much water. That’s what it is. Bloating. You’re drinking too much water. You look puffy. Puffed up. Egotistical.

 

Maggie

You say you’ve never felt better?

 

Steve

Full of beans. Of piss and vinegar.

 

Kina

She wanders one day into the forest, far beyond where she allowed to go, further than the furthest far, and there she sees a tree. The blooms of this tree are human eyes.

 

Moira

That old story.

 

Sarah

Seven plus two.

 

Alexis

Seven means what? Seven days? It’s Biblical right? Seven is the number of God? Isn’t it? Or not?

 

Kina

The eyes blink at her, in perfect pairs. She realizes this is the answer. She plucks too eyes from the tree, and holds them in her hand.

 

Ivanna

I’ve never felt better.

 

Steve

You know, just before people freeze to death or drown…I don’t know…just before they die…it’s said you have this sense of total immersion in joy.

 

Kina

She takes a cloth and puts on the ground before her, and takes a small spoon and pops out her own eyes. Pop, pop. They fall onto the cloth.

 

Steve

You forget everyone and everything and just think “I am so looking forward to going to sleep.”

 

Kina

Then, she puts these new eyes into her head and wraps her new eyes up and places them in a basket.

 

Moira

I love this story.

 

Kina

She hurries home with her new eyes and when she sees her father, she sees him the way another woman might, with fresh new eyes.

 

Sarah

I’m not going to do that with you.

 

Alexis

Why not?

 

Sarah

I just don’t know how to do that sort of thing.

 

Alexis

Okay. When you were seven, where did you live?

 

Maggie

You feel great. Is the point.

 

Ivanna

I don’t think this is like that. I haven’t given up the struggle. I’m just feeling fine. I mean, I’m eating nothing but small plates, sashimi, wild rice, curry powder. My head pounds each morning as I forgo that cup of coffee. I’m begging God for sugar. I feel like a million bucks. Have you ever just woken up and thought “Today will be full of motherfucking health?” Have you?

 

Kina

She instantly falls in love with him. He finds this abhorrent. He rejects her.

 

Moira

Such a beautiful story.

 

Sarah

I lived in…I lived in Short Hills. No, Maplewood. Short Hills came later.

 

Alexis

So Maplewood…has…nine letters. Seven plus two is nine. Seven plus two. Maplewood. When you were seven that’s where you lived. Obviously the numbers themselves are one thing, but together, they make nine. Maybe this symbol just means nine. And nine is an important number all by itself.

 

Sarah

I hate you.

 

Alexis

Familiarity breeds contempt.

 

Sarah

We’re family.

 

Alexis

So I’m told.

 

Kina

So, when he sleeps, she goes to her wrapped up eyes and pulls them out of their basket. She gets a spoon pops out his old grey eyes, and in their sockets, he puts her own eyes into his head.

 

Steve

You’re bleeding.

 

Ivanna

I am?

 

Steve

Here. Just behind the ear.

 

Ivanna

I am?

 

Steve

Just a little. Hardly noticeable.

 

Ivanna

But you noticed it.

 

Maggie

Well it’s right there. Blood coming out of your head just behind your ear.

 

Steve

It’s true. Yikes, you know? Yikes.

 

Ivanna

My throat.

 

Steve

What?

 

Ivanna

Well all the sudden my throat feels weird. Like it’s closing up. But I think I’m imagining it.

 

Maggie

You’re not.

 

Steve

You’re allergic to something maybe.

 

Maggie

Maybe.

 

Kina

When he wakes, he sees her the way she sees herself… a sweet woman, no longer young, in desperate need of love and care. He pities her, adores her, aches for her. He sees her no longer as a father would, but as a woman might see herself.

 

Ivanna

My body is a temple. The temple of Solomon. Of St. Bartholomew..

 

Sarah

I think you were found in a basket by the side of the road and brought to our house and my parents had to take care of you.

 

Ivanna

A temple of Solomon.

 

Sarah

You’re a whore’s daughter, or the daughter of some girl from the Seventh Day Adventists or something like that. Someone was ashamed to have had you.

 

Ivanna

Of St. Bartholomew.

 

Sarah

So they tried to toss you out and let you rot. Mom and Dad were forced to raise you. They made a pact never to tell.

 

Kina

Now, with new eyes, with her eyes, he loves her the way a father shouldn’t. Still, though, it’s true love and who are we to judge that? Who are we to say what love is false and whose eyes are to be believed?

 

Ivanna

A Temple of Zeus

 

Moira

You forgot a part. You left of the bit at the end.

 

Kina

Where they plant the new tree with his old eyes, and it refuses to grow? I always leave that part out. I’ve never understood it.

 

Steve

That’s a lot of blood though. Isn’t it.

 

Moira

There’s always going to be a lack of evidence. No one knows how something like this happens. Someone knows. It’s hard for us to know. That doesn’t mean no one knows. What does it mean? What does it mean? What does it mean?

 

It means he was only twenty two years old. You may say “these things happen.” You might say that. But these things are wrong. If the world works this way, if accidents can be this tragic, then I say that accidents are evil. If there is such a thing as chance, as improbableness come-to-life, and that very thing can kill children, then I hold myself against it. I reject it. I reject chance and accidents. There’s danger in it. Weapons made of whim. Cigarettes dropped near broken bottles.

 

Mom. Stop. Mom you can’t blame… I can blame who ever I choose. You were in Ohio. You weren’t even here. I could blame you. I could blame you for the rest of your life. You can’t just make a… Don’t dignify this. Hi all. Hi. I brought these little chocoloate donuts. Fuck you give me one. I know right. Give me one. I know. Open casket. You can’t do that. It’s what we do.

 

He’s not presentable.

 

I want people to see it. I want to show them what an accident looks like. What it can do to a young man’s face. What algebra can do to a person’s heart. How ratios fill a person’s lungs with wet soot. Are those donuts? She brought donuts. Why fear death when you believe in heaven. I don’t fear death. It’s as if you’re Hiroshima. As if you’re the Eastern Front. Mom. Stop it. Mom you can’t blame me for living in Ohio. It’s no one’s fault. I can blame whomever, who ever…is it who or whom?

 

Pause.

 

Whom? Whom I think. But what if you’re wrong? What would happen? What would be left? This would be built on sand. The grammar is a house of cards built on a pillar of salt.

 

She stops. Then, she sings a song for maybe four bars. Then stops. Then shrugs.

 

There won’t be anything else.

 

Around her, the cast forms the final tableau.

 

Alexis

I have been hobbled by a clumsy…  by the clumsy use of exposition. I just couldn’t…

 

Moira

The story is good. Everything in it adds up. It all works out. But it also rhymes you know? But in this subtle way.

 

Ivanna

Slant rhymes. Thematic rhymes. Tropes.

 

Steve

I’m sure there’s a… there’s a way to…

 

Sarah

..there’s a way to make what happened before happen…no. No.

 

Moira

It was like the hand of … that’s too much. That’s a little too much. Years ago, she was sitting in a pair of beige pants and only her bra, sobbing into an ashtray. I was, what? Ten? Younger? She asked me to open a box of cigarettes because she couldn’t. Now, here we are.

 

Alexis

I tried to show where I should have told or told what I shouldn’t have shown. I shone, and was shown. You see how it gets tangled up?

 

Kina

Lights rise on a man with two heads. Right? Like that.  Lights rise in the past. Then they rise in the future. Like that? Lights rise on a cat in a basket. On a caboose. Lights rise on me and only me. Like that? It’s enough just like that…

 

Steve

It wasn’t… no.

 

Pause.

 

Let me think this through before I just start…

 

Alexis

The problem is that when I started, I knew there were missing pieces. I started in the middle so the start, the real start, is before. So maybe I never started. I started in the middle.

 

I guess that means I did start.

 

Kina

When he comes in, the lights rise. Then all the sudden, he’s telling you all about the Brandywine Distillery Fire, and the way it affected her, and the loss of her favorite son…and you get the whole thing right there and nothing is left out.

 

Sarah

It’s like you’re writing with two left feet.

 

Moira

The rest works.

 

Ivanna

The rest is magic.

 

Moira

I said it works.

 

Ivanna

I said it did too.

 

Maggie

Here’s the thing. The fact that it takes place in Brandywine.

 

Alexis

It’s Bradley. It’s in Bradley.

 

Maggie

Really? I got into a car accident in Bradley. It was my first car accident.

 

Sarah

You never forget your first.

 

Steve

Mine was in Texas. I spun out. Bam. I think to this day, it’s the most blood that ever came out of my body. Huge amounts. Gushers.

 

Maggie

But the fact is that it’s an amusement park ride. An amusement park ride. An amusement park ride. An amusement park ride. An amusement park ride. An amusement park ride. An amusement park ride.

 

Pause.

 

An amusement park…ride. An amusement park ride. An amusement park ride.

 

You go from Brandywine backwards and suddenly where are we? We’re not in the…we’re not where we were. You’re trying to take us backwards and then this clumsy exposition shows up and I’m jerked around and I try to keep my hands in the car and what’s next?

 

END

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