Swan Dive
by Me, Pema. 2008c.
ALABAMA sits on a couch. She is alone in the living room. She YELLS offstage.
ALABAMA
You never said it.
Well?
She is still. Looks toward the noise in the kitchen. She gets up to walk to kitchen. Changes her mind. Turns around and sits in a chair just outside the door.
DOUG flies through the swinging door from kitchen.
DOUG
(yelling)
What could I possibly say right now that remotely compares to your imagination??
The door obscures her when it's open and the force of his entry knocks her off her chair. SHE clatters and thumps to the floor. Scares him.
DOUG
What in Hell!!
He STANDS above her WALKS to couch and stands behind it. Looks at her on the floor.
She CRIES.
DOUG
Ah! Nope! Not crying!
ALABAMA
I am too crying!
DOUG
I won't come over there till you stop.
ALABAMA
You don't talk right!
DOUG
Maybe you don't hear straight.
ALABAMA
Just say it!
(Pause)
SHE crawls into the kitchen.
It is silent in there. Doug PACES.
DOUG
Are you still crying?
(less conviction)
Because if you are, you can forget it.
ALABAMA (Offstage)
It's not even THREE words!
DOUG
God knows.
(Realizing)
One-two.
Jesus wept.
Jane ran.
ALABAMA pushes the door open with her body. She scoots on her knees. Holds two plastic cups and a bottle of gin.
ALABAMA
I can hear you. Not so hard?
DOUG
Working it out.
She POURS the gin into cups and holds them out to him. He joins her, reluctant.
ALABAMA
Happy days. I'm yours. You're mine?
HE sits on the floor. Entwines arms with her. They hold their cups close.
DOUG
I...
...do?
She KISSES him. They DRINK.
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