No kidding. I looked over and saw the shadow of two curious shoes in the doorway of the kitchen.
This guy would go home with a gardening tool right now if it showed interest.
Wait. Use the frosted glasses.
Look, here’s some of that chicken with salsa too, I warmed it up —
That’s the girl I love.
But you just gotta hear me out on one thing. You’re very responsible with Ray and you know it’s not right for a little boy to hear some strange man’s voice in the house.
As opposed to twenty angry women?
Dorothy turns quickly and the beer, sisters and chicken
collide in the small kitchen. Dorothy deftly catches the food in her t-shirt, and dumps it back onto the plate. But her shirt is now stained.
Come on, let’s get you another top —
All I’m saying. You don’t have the luxury of falling for some drowning man. Be practical. Now. Which top? 75.
Okay, you want to talk about practical? Let’s talk about my wonderful life. Do you know what most other women my age are doing right now? They are partying in clubs, trying to act stupid, trying to get a man, trying to keep a man… not me. I’m trying to RAISE a man. I’ve got a 24 hour a day reminder of Roger, for the rest of my life. I have had three lovers in four years, all boring, all achingly self-sufficient all friends of yours I might add, and all of them running a distant second to a warm bath. Look at me, Laurel, look at me. I’m the oldest 26 year old in the world! How do I look?
Dorothy and Laurel in the kitchen, waiting far the first
possible drops of coffee.
I’m getting him up, don’t worry.’
Ray will never see his mother’s
raging physical needs.
She starts to exit, but Laurel pulls her back far a second.
First you gotta tell me something.
Because I’m worried that you’re
putting your faith in this guy
who, because of the way things are
going, may not have an emotional
marble in his head.
Please, if I start talking —
Guys are just different people
when they’re hanging onto the
… so what am I, for taking the
Maybe I am taking advantage. Am
I a bad person? All I know is that
I found someone who was charming
and popular and not-so-nice to
me — and he died. Okay? So why
should I let this guy go, when
everything in my body says This
One is The One.
Easy, hon, I was just looking for
fun details —
Oh, well, why didn’t you say so?
And oh, I don’t know if you’re
interested in this detail, but I
was just about to tell you that I
love him. I love him, and I don’t
care what you think. I love him
for the guy he wants to be, and I
love him for the guy he almost is.
I love him.
Easy, easy —
I could pretend I didn’t hear, but
I won’t, I heard everything.
Thank you for your honesty, as
Oh, no thanks. We bottom-feeders
prefer cereal first —