Chapters (19)
JENNIFER: He’s in a wheelchair and he’s always asking what just happened. He’s always saying, “Did something just happen?” Today, I was thinking, “Is that Bob, tomorrow? Bob, next year?” I don’t know how everybody does this.
JOHN: Yeah.
JENNIFER (Brief pause): I studied Italian in school.
JOHN: Say something Italian.
JENNIFER: You have to speak it all the time.
JOHN: Yeah. (He gently grasps her arm, at the bicep)
JENNIFER: What are you doing?
JOHN: I don’t know. Reaching out.
JENNIFER: Why?
JOHN: Because. And because you have pretty eyes. They’re sad, but they’re pretty.
JENNIFER: Well, that’s very— I actually need glasses to read.
JOHN: Interesting.
JENNIFER: Is this what you do, comment on women?
JOHN: It’s one of my things.
JENNIFER: I’m married.
JOHN: Who isn’t.
JENNIFER: I don’t know why I’m still standing here.
JOHN: Me neither. This might not be what it seems like.
JENNIFER: So, is this, are you making fun of me?
JOHN: No. (He gently lets go of her arm) I just was, you know, holding on to you.
JENNIFER: This isn’t a good day, okay?
JOHN: No, of course not.
JENNIFER: I’m sure I just look like a person in a store.
JOHN: You don’t look like a person in a store.
JENNIFER: I really try. With Bob. To just be there.
JOHN: Yeah. (Brief pause. With understanding) It’s not the greatest name, is it.
JENNIFER: Which? Bob? You’re criticizing my husband’s name?
JOHN: Someone had to.
JENNIFER: I’m not sure that’s true. I always liked it.
JOHN: Okay.
JENNIFER: I did. “Bob.” It’s easy to remember. I think dyslexics find it comforting. (Brief pause) Do my eyes really look sad?
JOHN: No. A little. (Very brief pause) Don’t say anything to Pony, okay?
JENNIFER: About what?
JOHN: Maybe, to be safe, about anything. Just never say a single word to her, about any topic.
JENNIFER (They share a tiny smile): Okay.
JOHN: Thanks.
JENNIFER (Very brief pause): I love my husband.
JOHN: Oh my God, who doesn’t? Listen, I should get out front, but, here’s a little haiku:
The frog is dark green.
He is breathing like crazy.
It’s starting to snow.
JENNIFER (Brief pause): I don’t know if a haiku is the best way to end a conversation.
JOHN: No, I’m sure it isn’t. But, hey, I’ll see you later.
(Lights down.)
Scene 3
Scene 3
Daytime. Pony and John’s kitchen. John is sitting, re-wiring a lamp. A small pile of magazines and pamphlets sits near him on the floor. There’s no kitchen table. Pony is in workout clothing.
PONY: I’m home!
JOHN: Me too. (Referring to the lamp) Can you believe someone threw this out?
PONY: Does it work?
JOHN: No.
PONY: Then, yes. We need to get a table.
JOHN (Distracted): That, I’ll admit.