JENNIFER: Bob, we’re late.

BOB: I, just, I want to have my keys. People carry keys.

JENNIFER: Me, for instance. Come on, let’s go, we don’t need two. We’re not launching nuclear missiles.

BOB: I feel like I’m just staying at someone’s house.

JENNIFER: Okay, we’ll find your keys. (Begins to look)

BOB: You don’t have to do everything, you know.

JENNIFER: God, what do you want me to do, Bob?

BOB: I can do things. It’s like you need me to be helpless. I never asked you to leave work.

JENNIFER: I’m going to take a little breath here— I don’t want to get upset. (She takes a breath) Huh, that didn’t do anything. I am really fucking upset, Bob. You distinctly asked me, begged me practically, to leave work so I could be with you, so I could be by your side.

BOB: I know.

JENNIFER: And you won’t hear a single word about any of it. “I don’t need the details, I just want to get better.”

BOB: I do want to get better.

JENNIFER: Me too. I’m in this with you. But it’s like someone saying, “Yeah, sure, I’ll marry you, but, after that, leave me alone.”

BOB: It’s not like that. I wasn’t trying to make you mad.

JENNIFER: No? What were you trying to make me? Hurt? Sad?

BOB: No.

JENNIFER: Let’s go.

BOB (Finds the keys in his pocket): Here they are.

JENNIFER: Who would’ve thought.

BOB: Don’t make fun of me. I thought I’d checked.

JENNIFER (Brief pause): I’m trying as hard as I can. As much as I can.

BOB: I know. (Brief pause) Maybe it’d be easier if just you went. Since I’m making you mad.

JENNIFER: What?

BOB: Now that we’re talking about it, maybe I should stay. It’s just hearing a bunch of numbers.

JENNIFER: You have to be kidding me.

BOB: Going over there makes me feel like I’m sick.

JENNIFER: Me too. But, you are sick, Bob.

BOB: That’s not all I am. And I’m going to get over it.

JENNIFER: Well, this seems like a whole other conversation, and now we’re late. I’m late, I guess.

BOB: It’ll be all right. He always makes you wait, once you get there. Can you tell him there was a little more blood?

JENNIFER: When?

BOB: Last night and just now.

JENNIFER: No, Bob, you should come, just come with me, and you can sit in the car. So if he needs to see you, we don’t have to keep making trips.

BOB: Okay.

JENNIFER: How much? What did it look like?

BOB: Just red. Red and yellow.

JENNIFER: Okay, well, let’s go. Maybe it’s the medication, again.

BOB: That’s what I was thinking.