Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Clouds Over Fields Of May (Third Draft)

Note: The roles of the Priest, Waiter, members of the Clergy, and Bar Mitzvah guests should all be double cast as the director sees fit with Daniel, Sean, Grams, Debbie, and Brian. An additional actor may also be used to fill the roles (especially in terms of aging).

SCENE 1
Scene opens in complete darkness

PRIEST
Receive this burning light, and keep thy Baptism so as to be without blame: keep the commandments of God, that when the Lord shall come to the nuptials, thou mayest meet Him together with all the Saints in the heavenly court, and mayest have eternal life and live for ever and ever.

MAN AND WOMAN
Amen.

ALL
Amen.

Brian and Connor stand as the lights come up. They are in a Church pew, with plenty of people in the rows around them. The Priest stands in the opposite corner of the stage with a Man and a Woman, holding a child wrapped in white linens. There should be an aspersorium on stage, or something to represent one. They prepare for the Catholic ritual of Baptism.

PRIEST
(singing)
Through Him, with Him, in Him. In the unity of the Holy Spirit. All glory and honor is Yours, almighty Father. Forever and ever.

The Congregation kneels in prayer. The Priest continues conducting silently in the background while the following dialogue takes place; at this point in the mass, he should be preparing for Communion. Connor and Brian attempt to keep their voices down so as not to disrupt the Mass.

CONNOR
I really wish they’d let you know ahead of time when they’re going to have a Baptism in the middle of Mass.

BRIAN
While normally I’m compelled to disagree with you by default, they did have nine months prior notice to plan.

CONNOR
And furthermore-who Baptizes on a Saturday? The afternoon Mass is specifically designed for those of us who don’t want to put up with this kind of thing. How often does this even happen?

BRIAN
Can’t be that uncommon. In my church, we call your kind “breeders.” It’s what you do.

CONNOR
Luck of the Irish.

CONGREGATION MEMBER
Shh!

CONNOR
Sorry.

The Congregation rises. Connor and Brian follow automatically.

ALL
Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy name. Thy Kingdom come; Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

PRIEST
Deliver us, Lord, from every evil.

ALL
For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are Yours, now and forever.

PRIEST
The Peace of the Lord be with you always.

ALL
And also with you.

PRIEST
Let us offer each other a sign of peace.

The members of the Congregation all take turns shaking hands.

BRIAN
I thought you liked the little toddlers, Connor. What’s got you so bothered?

CONNOR
I don’t dislike kids, I just like to know when I’m goin’ to Mass that I’ll be there for an hour, tops.

BRIAN
Really, what’s another fifteen minutes gonna do?

CONNOR
Normally, it’s not a big deal, but...I said I’d go to Sarah’s little cousin’s Bar...bar...

BRIAN
You want to skip church to go drinkin’? Spoken like a true Catholic.

CONNOR
Bar Mitzvah.

ALL
Lord, I am not worthy to receive you, but only say the word and I shall be healed.

The Congregation rises and forms into a line to take Communion. Brian and Connor continue talking in single file line as the approach the Priest.

BRIAN
So you’re skippin’ Church for a Jewish rager?

CONNOR
Free Manishewitz.

BRIAN
Ah. The things we do for love. Why don’t you bring her to Mass with ya then? If they let a homo through the doors without bursting into flames, I’m sure a Jew would okay. Well, actually...

One at a time, Brian and Connor take Communion. They circle around,following the Congregation, and return to the pew to kneel and pray. Once their prayers are complete:

CONNOR
And on that note, I’ve always been wonderin’-how did ya break to Grams ya liked men?

BRIAN
It’s a funny story, really. The old woman was more nervous than I was about it. Ya know what she said?
(in a Brogue)
‘Oh God, I thought you were gonna tell me you were a Protestant.’

The Congregation moves to a sitting position from the kneeling one.

CONNOR
Bull shit.

BRIAN
Swearing in church, that’ll score you some points.

CONNOR
She really reacted like that?

BRIAN
She did. It’s a strange thing about her-she doesn’t care much what you do, as long as you’re a Catholic and you still go to Church.

CONNOR
As long as you’re a Catholic, huh?

BRIAN
Why, what’s on your mind? You thinkin’ about giving the other team a try?

The Congregation rises.

PRIEST
The Lord be with you.

BRIAN
I’m sure Sarah’d love that. ‘Oh, by the way...’

ALL
And also with you.

CONNOR
I think I’m askin’ Sarah to marry me tonight.

PRIEST
May almighty God bless you. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

ALL
Amen.

BRIAN
Amen!

PRIEST
The celebration has ended. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord.

ALL
Thanks be to God.

BRIAN
Guess I’m not the only Black Sheep in house then.

Church concessional hymn begins.

BRIAN
You’ll be fine, kid. Just don’t have too much of that mana-whosit crap before you do it. Grams’ll kill ya if ya turn your back on whiskey for wine.

CONNOR
Thanks. I’m gonna duck out. Avoid the rush in the parking lot.

BRIAN
Hell is fleets of soccer vans.

CONNOR
Yeah. I’ll see ya?

BRIAN
Good luck. Oh, and if you can me that three hundred bucks you owe soon, I’d appreciate it.

CONNOR
Yeah, yeah. You’ll get your cash.

SARAH
Connor? There you are!

Sarah enters as the lights changes, indicating a flashback. Connor sees her, and leaves the pew to join up with her, as the rest of the church service disperses. The Church Concessional hymn reaches a plagal cadence and changes to a minor key (it will eventually become “Hava Nagila” without a break). The church and congregation transform into the setting and guests of a Bar Mitzvah

SARAH
You know, for a second, I thought you stood me up!

CONNOR
Yeah, sorry. I was held up at Mass.

SARAH
Church on a Saturday? You sure you’re not a Jew?
(they kiss)
How are you?

CONNOR
I’m fine. I was just gettin’ nervous. There was a Baptism, it pushed the service back a bit. But I’m here now!

Hand in hand, they move to join the celebration.

SARAH
So you’re saying you’re late because your priest was drowning babies.

CONNOR
It’s not like he dunks the thing and holds it under water! He just blesses ‘em. And if he did let ‘em swim, he’d at least have floaties.

SARAH
(laughing)
I’m sure.

CONNOR
Besides, it’s better’n takin’ a knife to his pecker while the family cheers him on.

SARAH
...’pecker’?

CONNOR
Well, I wouldn’t feel right calling it a ‘dick’ when he’s only two weeks old. That’s just crass.

SARAH
You’re a strange man.

CONNOR
I’ve been told as much.

SARAH
So guess what?

CONNOR
What?

SARAH
Guess...

CONNOR
Okay...haircut?

SARAH
No. Come on, seriously.

CONNOR
No? Um...your Dad finally remember my name?

SARAH
No! You, sir, are looking at the new assistant editor for Night Style magazine.

CONNOR
Oh. Ya got it? Sarah, that’s..that’s great! When did you find out?

SARAH
Yesterday, at the end of the day. It won’t be official until next week, so they haven’t really given me much in terms of my pay and stuff-but still!

Debbie enters.

CONNOR
But still, it’s somethin’, yeah? You’ll be makin’ a hell of a lot more than me now.

SARAH
Don’t knock yourself, Irish. Think of it this way-I can be your sugar mama.

DEBBIE
Connor. Nice of you to join us.

CONNOR
Hello, Mrs. Cantor.

DEBBIE
For the last time, call me Debbie. You know, I noticed that you weren’t at temple this morning for the ceremony-just showing up for the party, I see?

SARAH
Mom, if I recall, you weren’t at temple either. I think you were out shopping?

DEBBIE
I’m just repeating what your father told me.

SARAH
Thanks, mom.

DEBBIE
Speaking of which, have you seen Jacob yet? You know he’s here. He’s over there talking with the DJ right now, but I’m sure he’d be alright with a little interruption.

CONNOR
...Jacob? Who-?

DEBBIE
Sarah’s college sweetheart. Her first love.

SARAH
We dated freshman year. Very, very briefly.

CONNOR
Oh. That guy. What’s he doing here?

DEBBIE
The whole synagogue’s invited. They always are. Besides, Sarah, I think maybe he came to see you. Maybe you two can catch up a bit. Did you hear about his new job? He’s got some big corporate executive suit thing going with Time Warner...accounts manager something or other. It’s really impressive, he must be pulling in at least six digits...

SARAH
I’m sure.

DEBBIE
Well? Are you gonna go talk to him?

SARAH
Maybe later, Mom. Connor and I were talking. I’m trying to entertain my guest and all that.

DEBBIE
Alright, alright. I’ll leave you two alone. Not that you can afford much privacy with all this noise, but still.

SARAH
Thanks,mom.

CONNOR
Bye Mrs. Uh, Debbie.

DEBBIE
Oh, and we’re taking some pictures a little later with the family, so don’t stray too far. I’ll come find you when it’s time.
(beat)
And go talk to Jacob! I’m sure he’d love to see you!

SARAH
Bye, mom.

Debbie leaves to join a ring of people that is forming away from Connor and Sarah; by now, the music should have fully transitioned into “Hava Nagila.”

SARAH
Isn’t she pleasant?

CONNOR
She can be.

SARAH
Care to dance?

CONNOR
I’m not so sure I know how to-

SARAH
Come on, let’s join in.

CONNOR
Normally, I’ve had a bit to drink before I do this.

SARAH
All you have to do is clap, Connor. Besides-

CONNOR
I’m not havin’ your crap wine.

Grams enters as Sarah exits to join in the “Hava Nagila” off stage; Connor follows her but does not exit. Music fades. Lights change drastically to indicate a flashback.

GRAMS
Get back here, boy.

CONNOR
(about 13 years old)
Yes, ma’am?

GRAMS
Connor, I’ve a word with ya.

CONNOR
(swallowing hard)
What is it?

GRAMS
It’s laundry day, you know.

CONNOR
Yes, ma’am.

GRAMS
And I was goin’ through the clothin’ when I found your zip-up here. Care to give it bit of a whiff?
She hands the sweatshirt to him, and he smells it. Without a word, he looks at her, and shrinks; not his body per se, but his essence and posture.

GRAMS
Ya care to tell me why it reaks o’ cigarettes and smoke?
(beat)
Well? Do ya?

CONNOR
No, ma’am.

GRAMS
No? Well I’ll not be havin’ it in my house, ya understand? Those little sticks’ll kill ya, they will. They stink your breathe, and yellow up your skin. Is that what ya want? Hm?

CONNOR
No, ma’am.

Brian enters

BRIAN
(at 16 years old)
What’s all the fuss?

GRAMS
That’s not your business.

BRIAN
(noticing the sweatshirt)
Ah, there it is. Sorry, Connor, I meant to tell ya that I borrowed your hoodie on Friday night.

GRAMS
Oh? Is that so?

Brian and Connor exchange a telling look.

BRIAN
Yeah, I, uh, left mine in my locker on accident. I was gonna wash it for him but I forgot-when you’re in a small club, people smokin’ everywhere, the smell just kinda sticks.

Grams looks back and forth suspiciously between the two.

GRAMS
Alright. Yer off the hook.

Grams smacks Connor on the upper arm and points her finger at him to get his
attention; Connor rubs his arm.

But don’t you forget what I was sayin’ about the cigarettes. If ya even think about tryin’ it, it won’t be tolerated. Remember that.

CONNOR
Yes, ma’am.

GRAMS
(kisses him on the cheek)
Alright then, run off. And don’t get yourself in too much trouble with your friends.

Connor looks at Brian and silently thanks him with his eyes. Brian gives him a walk as Connor walks away, still rubbing his arm. Brian and Grams exit. Lights shift again to indicate the present

CONNOR
Jesus Christ, that’s a heavy woman.

SARAH
That’s my aunt you’re talking about.

CONNOR
Is it now?

SARAH
Just be lucky you caught her after her diet.

CONNOR
I don’t really think I caught her at all. Ah, is this somethin’ you always do?

SARAH
More or less. It’s a celebration.

CONNOR
In my experience, you only lift a chair when you’ve been drinkin’ for a fight.

SARAH
Well apparently we’re prone to much less violence than you.

CONNOR
My shoulder begs to differ.

DEBBIE
(shouting from across stage)
Sarah! Come on! We’re having our pictures taken!

SARAH
(shouting)
Be right there, Mom!
(to Connor)
I’ll be back in a few. Try not to hurt yourself while I’m gone.

CONNOR
It’s a bit too late for that one.

SARAH
Then I guess you’ll have to drink the pain away

Sarah kisses Connor and goes to join her family elsewhere on the stage.

CONNOR
(calling after her)
I’m not drinkin’ your crap wine!

Connor stands alone by the food and drink for a bit, nursing his arm and feeling out of place while the celebration buzzes around him. At one point, he looks to the spread of Manishewitz and decides to try a shot; his opinion doesn’t change. After snacking on a few more finger foods, Daniel joins him.

DANIEL
Glad you could make it, Connor.

CONNOR
(swallowing)
Evenin’, Mr. Cantor.

DANIEL
How’s Tommy doing?

CONNOR
Tommy?

DANIEL
The mayor! How’s the mayor doing? You give him my regards?

CONNOR
I-ah, well, like I told ya, Danny, I don’t really-Yeah. He sends his best.

DANIEL
Good. That’s good.

CONNOR
Yep.
(beat)

DANIEL
How’s that arm doing?

CONNOR
Hurts a bit. I usually try to drink beyond the point of feelin’ before carryin’ chairs around with people in ‘em.

DANIEL
My nephew’s a pretty good sized kid now-a-days.

CONNOR
He’s not the least of it.
(awkward beat)

DANIEL
So how’s work? How’s the mayor?

CONNOR
He’s fine. It’s busy, you know, keepin’ up with all the campaign coverage and, uh-

DANIEL
You tell Tommy I said hi? Did I ask you that already?

CONNOR
You did, sir, and I, uh, I told him. I told you that I told him.

Sarah leaves her family, goes outside to have a cigarette

DANIEL
Right, right. Forgetful sometimes, you know. That’s good though. Real good.
(beat)
Hey, have you met Jacob yet? You two could talk, make some business connections or something. He’s got some friends over at City Hall, too. I bet you’ve got a lot in common. Well, besides my daughter.

CONNOR
No, actually, we, uh, we haven’t met yet, I’ve just been told about him. A lot.
(painfully awkward beat)
Anyways, I’ve gotta go find Sarah now.

DANIEL
Alright. I think she’s back out in the lobby taking photographs. It’s been nice talking with you!

CONNOR
Yeah. I’ll see you around.

Connor leaves to find Sarah, as Daniel tries a few more hors d’ouevres. He finds her having a smoke by herself.

CONNOR
What’s, the family drivin’ ya nuts?

SARAH
You know that old superstition that every time you have your picture taken, it steals a little tiny piece of your soul? I think it’s true. At least it would explain the family gathering.

CONNOR
You say that like it’s some wild ritual-like the mating habits of ostriches-the family gathering.

SARAH
I think that about sums it up.
(She laughs softly and takes a drag)
How about you? Been meeting all the cousins and whatnot?

CONNOR
Ran into your father by the finger foods.

SARAH
Oh? And how was that?

CONNOR
Riveting might be the best way to put it.

Sarah laughs and takes another drag.

CONNOR
Mind if I-have a drag?

SARAH
You sure? It’s a lousy habit.

CONNOR
Yeah, I’m sure.

Connor fumbles with the cigarette in his hand and takes a drag.

CONNOR
I only really smoke when I’m-

SARAH
You seem nervous.

CONNOR
-drunk or nervous.

SARAH
What’s on your mind? I told you not to have too much Kosher wine.

CONNOR
Hah. That’s hardly it.
(beat. Connor takes a drag and coughs)

SARAH
(taking the cigarette back)
Alright, cough it up.

CONNOR
I think I just did.
(beat. Sarah stares at him impatiently)
Alright, alright. I’ve just got somethin’ I wanted to show ya, that’s all.

SARAH
Well?

CONNOR
Hold your horses, woman, Jesus.

Connor rummages through his pocket.

SARAH
Aren’t you not supposed to use the Lord in vain?

CONNOR
Yeah, well, there’s a lot of things we’re not supposed to do.

Connor pulls a Claddagh Ring out.

CONNOR
Here it is.

SARAH
(shocked)
...Connor? Is that-what are you-

CONNOR
It’s a Claddagh Ring, Sarah. Not one of those twenty-five cent ones, either. My Grandfather bought it for my Grams in Galway, ‘fore they crossed over.

SARAH
What are-what are you trying to say?

CONNOR
It depends on how ya wear it. See, on your right hand, it tells if you’re single, or datin’ someone. Depends where the heart points.

SARAH
And on the left?

CONNOR
When the heart’s pointin’ outwards, it...means the person’s engaged.
(beat)
So, uh, yeah. Go ahead. Try it on-if you’d like.

Glowing, smiling, Sarah slips the ring onto our left ring finger, heart pointing out, and raises her hand in front of her to look at it.

CONNOR
Well? What do ya think?

Lights change to indicate the present. Connor exits. Sarah is now at work, playing with an outward pointing Claddagh ring on her right hand. Brian enters; she does not hear him.

BRIAN
I always thought I’d be the first to give that ring away.

Sarah turns around startled; she might be seated in an office chair at her desk, in which case she would spin around to face him.

SARAH
Brian! Hi! Sorry, I didn’t hear you, I was drifting off-

BRIAN
Granted, Grams probably wouldn’t give it to me. Though, we are in Massachusetts, so if the opportunity did arise...

SARAH
Well, looks like you missed your chance.

BRIAN
I gotta say though, I’m surprised he actually went through it. I mean, I’m glad, of course, but I’m impressed. The kid finally grew some balls.

Sarah rolls her eyes and turns away from him for a moment.

SARAH
Anyway, what have you got for me?

BRIAN
Remember that place over on Columbus we were looking to write about? Head cook called back, wants to set up a time for someone to come in and try everything out.

SARAH
Finally. Yeah, um, can you send me an e-mail reminding me?

BRIAN
Yeah, sure, that’s fine.

SARAH
Awesome, thanks.

BRIAN
Ya know--I think I’ve got to take a little credit for it. I mean, I did set you two up in the first place.

SARAH
(laughs)
Yeah. Who’d have thought it would come to this?

BRIAN
Not me, anyway. It all started as a last-ditch attempt to get the poor kid laid.

Sarah knows Brian’s joking, as she plays along, feigning anger.

SARAH
Thanks, you big jerk.

BRIAN
No problem. I’m gonna head back over to my cute little cubicle. Not all of us get the kind of small shared office amenities that you do.

SARAH
Bye, Brian.

Brian exits as Sarah turns back to her desk. The telephone rings, and she picks it up.

SARAH
Hello?

Lights shift to indicate a flashback

DEBBIE
(offstage)
Sarah! Sarah...

SARAH
(about age 16)
Ugh, I gotta go. I’ll call you when I get home. Bye.
(Sarah hangs the phone up)
(yelling, to Debbie)
What, mom?

Debbie enters.

DEBBIE
Sarah, honey, what are you doing?

SARAH
I’m getting ready, what does it look like?

DEBBIE
Getting ready? Getting ready for what, dear, where are you going?

SARAH
Out. I’m going out, it’s Friday, mom. That’s what you do on a Friday.

DEBBIE
Well who are you going out with?

SARAH
Mom...

DEBBIE
I’m just asking! I’m a concerned mother, you just got your license, I want to make sure you’re safe. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.

SARAH
(reluctantly)
I’m just...going out to see a movie, with this guy from one of my classes.

DEBBIE
A boy?

SARAH
Yes, mother.

DEBBIE
Tell me about him.

SARAH
I’m trying to get ready, mom.

DEBBIE
How old Is he? Is he older? Is he a senior? Tell me about him.

SARAH
Goodbye, mom.

DEBBIE
Is he Jewish?

BLACK OUT.
Connor begins playing “On Raglan Road” on guitar.

LIGHTS FADE IN

SCENE 2
Lights up as Connor begins to sing while still playing. He sits on a chair in the kitchen of his dad’s house.

CONNOR
(singing)
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And said let grief be a fallen leaf
At the dawning of the day

On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh I loved too much and by such by such
Is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret signs
Known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint I did not stint
I gave her poems to say
With her own name there
And her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May

Sean, Connor’s father, enters.

SEAN
(also singing)
On a quiet street where old ghosts meet
I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should
A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay
He'll lose his wings at the dawn of day
(speaking)
Should’ve stuck widh it. You’ve a great voice, I always said it.

Connor puts the guitar down.

CONNOR
Never had the patience.

SEAN
Never had the discipline.

CONNOR
Are ya still goin’ to the craic?

SEAN
When I’ve the time.

CONNOR
Where ya been, Dad? I came over last night for dinner like always, and nobody’s home. I waited around a while before I went home, and I been callin’ all night and day. Neither you nor Grams is pickin’ up the phone, and when I show up with a key the place is empty and-

SEAN
When was the last time ya put in such an effort to see your old man, huh?

CONNOR
Well, this is important.

SEAN
I’m sure it is. Come on, let’s hear what you’ve got.

CONNOR
Da, where’s Grams? I know ya never let her leave the house alone, and she’s been gone at least as long as I’ve been here.

Slowly, Sean takes a seat beside Connor.

SEAN
I just came back from the hospital, lad.
(beat. Connor stares, silent)
Yer grandmother had a heart attack yesterday.

CONNOR
What?

SEAN
She’s stabilized; they’ve got her on machines and all, but-

CONNOR
Why didn’t you call me?

SEAN
Because I was trying to tend to the woman, Connor. I was trying to make sure everyt’in’ was alright wit’ ‘er.

CONNOR
But it is.

SEAN
Aye. For now.

CONNOR
You could have called me earlier.

SEAN
Well I’m tellin’ ya now. I didn’t want to worry ya.

CONNOR
Does Brian know?

SEAN
No, Brian doesn’t know. Not yet, anyway.
(Silence; Connor takes it in.)
So what’d ya want to tell me? Better not be any bad news in it.

CONNOR
Well, I can’t tell ya now. It just sounds selfish.

SEAN
Connor, ya ought ta tell me what ya need. I’m not in a mood for screwin’ around.

CONNOR
(reluctantly)
I was gonna see if I could borrow some money. Bills are pilin’ up and all. But it seems we got more pressin’ issues now.

SEAN
Borrowin’ money? That’s all you’re worryin’ about?

CONNOR
Well, I-

SEAN
It’s not a problem, Connor. Honest.

CONNOR
Thanks, Da.
(beat)
There is one more thing I gotta tell ya.

SEAN
Oh? What’s that?

CONNOR
(Nervous, fidgeting. He lets out a heavy sigh before he says:)
We called the engagement off. Sarah and I. It started comin’ to a head a few weeks back. We’d been tryin’ to figure it all out, but...yeah.
(beat)
Looks like we’re not gettin’ married, Da. Not anymore.

Lights dim on Connor and Sean and come up on Sarah, Debbie and Daniel, elsewhere on the stage. Lights should indicate a flashback

DANIEL
Have you talked to him about it yet?

DEBBIE
Did you think it out a little bit?

SARAH
Sorry if I thought you’d be excited for me.

DANIEL
Darling, we are-

DEBBIE
We are?

DANIEL
I’m excited for you.

DEBBIE
Daniel, that’s enough. So you haven’t had a talk with him at all about converting? Jacob wouldn’t have to convert...

SARAH
No, Mom, I haven’t. I’m not marrying Jacob, and I’m sorry, but that conversation was not my top priority at the time.

DEBBIE
What was your priority then?

DANIEL
Debbie, please...

SARAH
Why’s this so important to you? You never go to temple, Mom. You don’t recall a word of Hebrew-

DEBBIE
He’s a goyem.

SARAH
That’s Yiddish.

DEBBIE
Shagitz.
(Sarah glares at Debbie)
Whatever.

SARAH
You don’t even keep Kosher.

DEBBIE
Neither do you!

SARAH
That’s my point! What difference does it make if he’s Jewish or not?

Lights come up on a different part of the stage, where Connor stands in a hospital room in the present; Grams lays resting in a hospital bed. Sean stands nearby.

DANIEL
It’s...cultural, sweetheart-

CONNOR
How are ya, Grams?

DEBBIE
It’s insulting.

GRAMS
(difficulty speaking)
Connor? Go mbeannaí Dia is Muire duit.

DEBBIE
Other people don’t understand us, darling.

CONNOR
Grams, ya know I don’t speak-

SARAH
Why? What makes us any different?

SEAN
It’s Connor, ma. It’s your grandson.

GRAMS
Connor, my boy, I’m so glad ya came.

DANIEL
There’s history, Sarah. Oppression, people know about, but-

SEAN
She’s not been so responsive.

DANIEL
-Perseverance is something not everyone understands.

GRAMS
Come closer, let me see ya, with those smilin’ Irish eyes o’ yer grandfat’er.

CONNOR
Missed you at dinner last night, Grams.

DEBBIE
Family is family, sweetie. We’re not saying you can never...

GRAMS
Ay, if only they’d let me cook for meself. The food here’ll kill me if me heart don’t get it first.

DEBBIE
We just...would rather that you marry a Jew.

GRAMS
A lonely heart can kill ya, Connor. I’m just lucky that mine took a while for it. D’ya understan’ what I’m sayin’?

DANIEL
Or that he...become a Jew.

CONNOR
I think so.

GRAMS
I just want to make sure that you’re happy, boy.

SARAH
I can never make you happy, can I?

Sarah exits; lights fade out on Debbie and Daniel.

GRAMS
So ya better hurry up widh it, ‘cause I’ll be wantin’ to see me great-grandkids ‘fore I die.
(she shows signs of struggling)
From the looks of it, that somethin’s comin’ sooner ‘en later.

CONNOR
Don’t say that, Grams.

GRAMS
Ah, sometimes ya got to face the truth of it.

CONNOR
The doctors said you’re stabilized...

GRAMS
Aye, but somethin’ else’ll come, I’m sure of it. I just want to know I got a legacy a’ somethin’, ‘sall. Thar’s a tradition in the family thats ya gotta keep alive. Yer brother sure as hell ain’t keepin’ the family on ‘imself.

CONNOR
At least he tries.

GRAMS
I bet he does. And I’m sure th’Lord knows it, but sometimes it ain’t enough. How’s your girl, eh? The pretty Jewish widh the dark hair. Ya treat’in’ ‘er well, I hope? ‘N she’s doin’ the same fer you?

CONNOR
Actually, uh...

(Sean places his hand on Connor’s shoulder and looks at him intently)

CONNOR
Yeah. She’s fine. Everything’s great.

GRAMS
Ah. Good to hear it. T’ese old ears could use a little somet’in’ upbeat. And how’s the job? What good ya gonna be to a to a girl widh nothin’ ta offer ‘er?

CONNOR
It’s goin’. I’ve been savin’ money. Or tryin’ to, anyway. It’s hard work, ya now? But I’m in line for a promotion, I think. Well, eventually, and...

SEAN
Connor’s doin’ alright fer ‘imself, ma. Don’t ya worry ‘bout ‘im. He’ll find a girl. He’ll do ya right.

GRAMS
That’s a boy. Always knowin’ how to make an old woman proud.

CONNOR
I love you, grandma.

GRAMS
I love you, too, boy. Now let yer Grams get her rest, aye? ‘Tis been a long, long day, it has.

CONNOR
Sure.

Connor kisses her on the forehead. Lights shift to indicate a flashback

BRIAN
Connor, quit dickin’ around, or you’re gonna be late!

CONNOR
Hold yer horses!
(to Grams)
Wish me luck.

GRAMS
Just don’t be thinkin’ too much about it. You’ll be fine. And don’t get too carried away, if ya get the meanin’. Now have a good night.
(yelling, to Brian)
And Brian? Watch yer blasted tongue! I don’t want to hear no words like that from you again.

BRIAN
Grams, I’m twenty-

GRAMS
Brian.

CONNOR
G’night, Grams.

GRAMS
Good night, boy.

BRIAN
Ya need a ride?

CONNOR
I can drive myself, thanks.

BRIAN
Hey, big brother’s just lookin’ out for ya.

CONNOR
I think you’ve done enough.

Connor walks downstage and encounters Sarah, sitting at a table. He takes a seat in the empty chair across from her.

SARAH
Late for the first date. Brian didn’t warn you about my wrath for the tardy?

CONNOR
Actually, that’s just why I’m late. He wouldn’t shut up about it. You’d think he’s sabotagin’ me.


SARAH
What! He hasn’t got a bad thought in his body!

CONNOR
You’re not his baby brother.

SARAH
That’s true. I’m pretty sure I’m not equipped to be anybody’s brother.

CONNOR
Ha. What about you? Have ya any brothers or sisters for yourself?

SARAH
Me? No way. I’m too much of a Daddy’s girl to possibly have a sibling.

CONNOR
Thanks for the warning.

SARAH
Hey, at least I’m being honest. It’s only fair, I mean, I figured Brian never told you what he really got you into it.

Waiter comes by and fills their glasses with water.

CONNOR
He’s got a tendency to skip the details like that.

SARAH
So your brother tells me that you work for the mayor.

CONNOR
Eh, not directly. I work in the press office, so I guess I just write about him, more than anything else.

SARAH
You’re a writer?

CONNOR
Journalist, yeah.

SARAH
Me too.

CONNOR
A journalist?

SARAH
A writer. Well, kind of a journalist I guess.

CONNOR
Make up your mind, darlin’. You can’t be both. Got to be one, or th’ other.

SARAH
(laughing)
Why can’t you be both?

CONNOR
A writer is a charmin’ alcoholic. A journalist is just a nosey asshole.
(beat)
Suppose I shoulda been a writer...

The Waiter comes by again.

WAITER
Have you decided what you’d like?

SARAH
Yeah, umm...I’ll have the-lobster ravioli?

WAITER
Okay, and yourself, sir?

CONNOR
Ah...haven’t really looked...hold on...umm...guess I’ll take...can I just get a burger?
(beat. Blank stare from the waiter)
I’ll have the steak.

WAITER
How would you like it?

CONNOR
Bloody as ya got it?

WAITER
Medium, alright.

CONNOR
Oh, and a-bottle of cabarnet?
WAITER

Sure. I’ll be right back with it.

He exits.

SARAH
Liquor me up on the first date, huh?

CONNOR
I think I’m doin’ you the favor, really.

SARAH
Oh? And how’s that?

CONNOR
I really don’t know, I just thought it’d be a good response.

SARAH
Look at you with the jokes.

CONNOR
I try. Every now and then, I succeed, too.
SARAH
Well, so far you’re doing alright.
(beat as they share a moment)
Will you excuse me? I’m just going to hit the ladies room for a moment.

CONNOR
I thought you traveled in packs for that?

SARAH
No, this time I actually have to pee.

CONNOR
Oh. Well, don’t let me keep ya then.

SARAH
I won’t.

Sarah smiles flirtatiously and exits to the bathroom. Connor is left alone for a moment, clearly giddy. Lights change to signal the end of flashback.
Connor sits at a table in the hospital food court, thinking about Grams’s condition, when he sees Sarah enter.

CONNOR
Sarah? Sarah! Hey! Sarah!

SARAH
...Connor? Hi.

CONNOR
It’s, uh...how are you? I haven’t spoken to you in a bit.

SARAH
Yeah.

CONNOR
So uh, what’s up? What’s new? Anything, ya know, exciting going on with ya, or...

SARAH
I’m in a hospital food court on a high holy day, so I can’t eat anything, and, well, I’m in a hospital which usually that indicates that something’s wrong with someone

CONNOR
Did you want anything to eat?

SARAH
I’m fasting.

CONNOR
Right. Forty days and all that.

SARAH
No. Just one.

Connor and Sarah both start speaking at the same time. They stop themselves, look at each other, and laugh.

CONNOR
Go ahead.

SARAH
Thanks. Uh, what are you doing here?

CONNOR
Here? Well, Au Bon Pain has some really good bagels...

SARAH
I mean at the hospital. It’s always the jokes with you.

CONNOR
Not always. Usually they’re just nervous quips.
(he swallows. Beat.)
But um, yeah. My Grams is here.

SARAH
Grams? Is she alright?

CONNOR
Well, like ya said, it’s a hospital, so...no, I guess she’s not. I mean, she might be eventually, but...

SARAH
What happened?

CONNOR
She-she had a heart attack yesterday.

SARAH
The poor woman, how is she?

CONNOR
She’s stabilized for now. She’s stubborn, ya know. She won’t let God take her if she doesn’t want to go.

SARAH
I’m so sorry to hear that. I know how important she is to all you guys. But she’s a survivor. She spent how many years in a house full of males from the Kierney clan?

CONNOR
(smiling at her)
Yeah.
(beat)

SARAH
I should-

CONNOR
What brings you to these chipper grounds?

SARAH
My cousin-you remember Jacob, right?

CONNOR
The rich guy that ya dated back in college?

SARAH
No, my cousin.

CONNOR
Cousin. Right. You guys were cousins?

SARAH
Remember? You came with me to...to his bar mitzvah...

CONNOR
Oh. Right.

SARAH
Yeah. He, uh, he got hit by a car while he was riding his bike and it broke his leg.

CONNOR
Is he alright?

SARAH
Well again, it’s a hospital, and his leg’s broken, but all things considered, I think he’ll be fine.

CONNOR
That’s good.
(beat)
Did you want a bagel, or a coffee or somethin’...

SARAH
More than you can imagine. But like I said, I have to fast today.

CONNOR
Right, right. Sorry. I was just thinkin’ maybe you’d want to sit and, I don’t know, talk or whatever. Just for a little bit.

SARAH
I’d love to, Connor, but Jacob’s going to be here any minute now to pick me up, so I should probably go meet him out front.

CONNOR
Jacob your cousin? With the broken leg?

SARAH
No, the other one. You remember Jacob, right?

CONNOR
Oh. Right. That guy.

SARAH
Yeah. He’s, um, he’s taking me with him to some company party or whatever tonight. Open bar and fancy dress, I don’t even know. I might just use the evening as a writing opportunity. Maybe I can get a good article out of it.

CONNOR
Are you guys datin’ now or somethin’?

SARAH
Us? No. No, we’re not, though my mother would love it if we were. Sometimes I think she wants to marry him.

CONNOR
So you’re not? With him, that is.

SARAH
Sure, he’s handsome...rich...successful...and entirely not my type, as we learned all those years ago. Not to say that I don’t like handsome guys, or successful-

CONNOR
It’s alright. How’s that new job goin’, anyway? I realize it’s not that new anymore, but still.

SARAH
It’s great, but like I said, I’ve really got to go. Maybe-maybe we talk soon? Or get a drink or whatever.

CONNOR
Yeah. Absolutely. I’d like that.

SARAH
Me too. Bye Connor.

CONNOR
Have fun tonight.

SARAH
Thanks.
(beat)

Lights dim; Connor exits. Sarah is now outside of Grams’s hospital room. Sean is beside an unconscious Grams, holding her hand. Sarah peers in. There is a slow, steady pulse sounding quietly in the background from a heart monitor. The pulse continues to slow down as the scene goes on, but in small increments it is hardly noticed.

SARAH
Hello?

SEAN
Sarah, hi!
(he rises to greet her)
How are ya, darlin’?

SARAH
I’m fine, Mr. Kierney. How-how are you doing?

SEAN
For you, darlin’, it’s just Sean. You were close to enough to family ta me fer it to count. Right now I’m just spendin’ some time with me muther. Hate to say, but she’s kinda better company like this. It’s not often that ya find the old woman keepin’ quiet so long.
(Sean gets visibly choked up)
Sorry. I don’t often lose it like this. She’d never have it, anyway. She can’t likely hear it, but, if she does wake up, she’ll give me hell.

SARAH
I’m...I’m sorry. I saw Connor downstairs and he just told me-

SEAN
Nothin’ to be sorry for. She’s damn ancient anyway. Not that it makes it good or nothin’, but...you know. It happens, I guess.
(beat; Sean looks down at his mother)
Thanks for swingin’ by. Means a lot.

SARAH
Really, it’s nothing. It’s the least I can do. Even though I guess we’re not...family or whatever, but I still, I--

SEAN
Darlin’, you don’t have to be family to have a heart. And I s’pose it works the other way, too.
(A shy smile slips across Sarah’s face)
Ya know she always liked ya. Always askin’ for ya, askin’ Connor how his pretty little Jew girl’s doin’.

SARAH
Did she-did she always say that? Jew girl?

SEAN
Well her memory wasn’t-isn’t-always on point. Little forgetful on the names front.

SARAH
I see.

SEAN
Somethin’ troublin’ ya?

SARAH
No, no. Nothing. Just...touched, that’s all.

Brian enters with a wrapped sandwich.

BRIAN
Brought your lunch, da. They were all out of Swiss, so I said to use American, if it’s all the same to you.
(notices Sarah)
Hey. Sarah. Didn’t realize you were out of the office today, too. Helluva place for a lunch break, huh? You should really try the apple sauce. Ooh, or the rubberized chicken. I hear it’s to, uh...yeah.

SEAN
Thanks, Brian. American’s fine.

BRIAN
Anything new?

SEAN
Nah. She’s still sleepin’. Hardly made a sound all day.

BRIAN
Doctors say anything?

SEAN
Nothin’. She’s...they got nothin’.

BRIAN
You get that manuscript this morning?

SARAH
Manuscript?

BRIAN
Yeah, the review for that new winery over on Perkins Street.

SARAH
Oh. No, I haven’t been in at all today.

BRIAN
What, now that you’ve got a fancy new office, you don’t have to show up for work anymore?

SARAH
It’s a holiday.

BRIAN
I know. I was kidding.

SARAH
Right. Sorry, I’m kind of out of it. I haven’t eaten much today, and just-sorry.

SEAN
(motioning with his sandwich)
You want a bite? It’s got American instead o’ Swiss but, it’s better’n nothin’.

SARAH
No, it’s fine. I’m actually supposed to fast for the day. Or at least until sundown.

SEAN
Right. Starvin’ and wanderin’ and all that crap. But know that when a flower’s catchin’ fire and havin’ conversation, it might be time to have a bite.

SARAH
As far as I’m aware, you guys believe that still yourself.

SEAN
I don’t know what to believe anymore.
(pause)

BRIAN
I should get back to work before my lunch break is up. I’ll see tomorrow, Sarah?

SARAH
Yeah. See you tomorrow.

BRIAN
Bye, da. Grams.

SEAN
Bye son.

Brian exits. Sean turns to tend to his mother, while Sarah stands waiting in the doorway, uncomfortable. Silence. Then:

SARAH
I, um, I have a-
SEAN
Don’t be feelin' like ya have to fill the silence. Your presence is sayin’ enough.
(beat)
Look, I don’t know much o’ the details that went down between ya, I’ve got at least an inkling of it.

SARAH
You do?

SEAN
Like I said, it’s just an inkling. The rest of it’s a man’s intuition. After fifty years, ya start to catch on. Ya start to understan’. ‘Specially livin’ wit’ a woman like this for most o’ that time. She drills it right in so ya won’t forget it.

SARAH
I’m not sure I understand.

SEAN
My fat’er spent his life hatin’ everyone who called ‘imself a Protestant, for no udder reason than he t’ought he was supposed ta. He never let it go. He had this sayin’ though, old Irish sayin’. ‘Death is facin’ the old, and behind the young.’ I used ta t’ink it meant that old folks knew when they were dyin’, they expected it, but it sneaks up and surprises the youth.

SARAH
But now?

SEAN
Now I t’ink it means to say the youth can put the past behind ‘em. The older generations are all tied to history, to t’ings past, to all the death before ‘em. But you kids got an option not to tie yerselves down to that. Not to let the past tell ya where yer goin’. Death’s behind ya, ‘cause ya get to look forwards, in ways that we can’t.

Silence.

SARAH
That sounds great. But I’m not sure it works that well in practice. We get raised to look ahead, and we do, but something’s always looking over our shoulders. And we look back.

Silence.

Thank you, Sean. Da.

SEAN
Eh, it’s nothin’. Or it’s too little, too late anywhow. I’m glad ya came by. If she’s awake at all, I’m sure she’d say the same.

Sarah and Sean embrace, and Sarah leaves the room. Sean turns back to tend to his mother. He kneels beside her bed and holds her hand. After a moment, the pulse of the heart monitor flatlines, and suddenly grows in volume. Lights fade to black.

SCENE 3
Lights change to indicate a flashback, as the flatline buzz formerly of Grams’s heart monitor continues ringing, and the sound becomes that of the oven buzzer.
Connor, Brian, Sarah, Daniel, and Debbie enter, taking seats around a table together. Grams gets up and says:

GRAMS
Eh, shaddap! I’ll be right back widh t’e food.

SEAN
Here Grams, let me give ya a hand.

GRAMS
I’ll be fine.
(yelling to the buzzer)
Shaddap!

Grams and Sean exit.

DANIEL
So, Connor. Sarah tells me you work for the mayor.

CONNOR
Not directly. I, eh, I work at City Hall, in the press office. I work more for the city than the mayor.

DANIEL
I see. Well, if you get the chance to talk to him, tell the mayor that I am 200% behind him on cutting those education extracurriculars out of the budget. Obviously, I don’t have any kids in public schools-we sent Sarah to private school anyway-so I don’t want my taxes getting higher, if it won’t help me out at all. And even so, shouldn’t they be getting enough out their education as is? I thought that was the point of all this No-Child-Left-Behind raising standards campaign going on. So anyway, if you see Tom, let him know he has my support. Do you call him Tom? Tommy?

CONNOR
I don’t really call him-
(Sarah elbows Connor)
He goes by Tip.

DANIEL
Tip? Like Tip O’Neil? That’s great.

BRIAN
And Mrs. Cantor, what is it you do again?

DEBBIE
I’m a receptionist over at the Burkle Academy. It’s one of those new scientific magnet schools they’re putting up for kids..

CONNOR
I hear they’re puttin’ magnet schools all over the place now.

Sean and Grams re-enter with food.

SEAN
Brian, could ya gather all the soup bowls and put ‘em in the sink?

BRIAN
Yes, sir.

Brian stands and collects bowls, exiting when his hands are full to get rid of them, and then returning. The dishes are passed around the table.

CONNOR
Well, Grams, what’ve we got?

SEAN
Ma made corned beef and cabbage

GRAMS
Also made bangers and mash, t’ough if ya don’t want bangers, I only put’em in half. Oh, and t’ere’s some black and white puddin’ if ya’d like.

DANIEL
Bangers?

CONNOR
Sausage.

DANIEL
Oh. Deb, is it too early for pudding? What can I say, I like dessert. Chocolate and vanilla, you said?

CONNOR
Actually, it’s just more links.

DEBBIE
We’re kosher.

SARAH
Mom...

SEAN
Pardon?

DANIEL
We can’t eat sausage.

DEBBIE
It’s our religion.

SARAH
You can still eat corned beef. And just don’t take any-bangers widh yer mash.

CONNOR
I’m assumin’ that cabbage is alright, too.

GRAMS
Somet’in’ the matter? Is my cookin’ not good for the guests?

SARAH
It’s fine, Mrs. Kierney. Grams. My mom’s just picky.

DEBBIE
Sarah, that’s enough. You’re cooking’s just fine, Mrs.-

SARAH
Kierney.

DEBBIE
My husband’s just a little picky about his food.

Daniel looks up from the meal he’s enjoying.

SEAN
I never understood why God make bacon if he wouldn’t let ya eat it.
(beat)
Just makin’ a joke. Sorry. Shall we say grace?

Everyone joins hands around the table. Daniel and Debbie are clearly uncomfortable.

Brian? Would ya do the honors?

BRIAN
Dear Lord. Thank you for the food before us. Thank you for all the growing things we can eat. And thank you for family, and for making us your children. Amen.

ALL
Amen.

(beat)

Everyone begins eating, except Debbie who reluctantly picks at her food, trying little bits at a time.

DEBBIE
I brought latkes. Brian put them in the kitchen for me.

DANIEL
Sweetie, that’s not a meal. Have you tried this beef? It’s delicious.

Debbie forces a smile and tries the beef, chewing reluctantly but clearly enjoying it deep inside.

DEBBIE
Do you have any wine? Some red wine would go great with this.

SEAN
Ma?

Grams smiles and gets up from the table.

DEBBIE
Oh, she shouldn’t get up. Have a seat, grandma. You already did all the cooking.

GRAMS
But I dinnae bring the wine.

She goes out.

BRIAN
Don’t worry about it. She’s a little stubborn.

SEAN
Brian, that’s your grandmother.
(to Debbie)
She can be stubborn, though. We let her go about her business ‘stead of gettin’ in her way. Hell hath no fury like a woman’s wrath.

Daniel chuckles at his, until Debbie’s stare shuts him up.

Grams re-enters with a bottle of meade.

DEBBIE
Oh...did you have anything red? Like a, uh, um, a sh-, sh....

SARAH
Shiraz?

DEBBIE
Shiraz? Zinfandel? What else...

GRAMS
Afraid not. Just a bottle o’ meade I’ve had fer...oh, some years now. The wine’s supposed to bring ya luck in love. On the weddin’ night, the bride’s parents give the newly weds enough to last until the next new moon. That’s yer honeymoon, for ya. Now I know t’at it’s a bit early-I know t’ey ain’t married just yet, but it’s a toast to the engagement, and the luck of it workin’ out. At this rate, I might not be around for the weddin’.

BRIAN
Don’t say that, Grams, you’re in great health-

GRAMS
T’ere’d be a weddin’ much sooner if ya’d only taken to the women, young man.

SEAN
Let’s just have a toast, then. To tradition-or breakin’ it-and to love.

A glass is poured for everyone, and they toast.

DANIEL
Shalom.

GRAMS
Slainte.

Black out.

SCENE 4
“Amazing Grace” instrumental playing.

Lights up. Sarah sits alone in a chair in the Kierney’s kitchen. After a moment, Connor enters; he is surprised to see her.

CONNOR
Sarah! What-what are you...?

SARAH
Hi, Connor.

CONNOR
Hi, um...how did you get in?

SARAH
Forgot I still had a spare key.
(she raises the key to show him)

CONNOR
Oh.
(beat)
So what are you doin’ here exactly?

SARAH
Sitting Shiva.

CONNOR
You’re sittin’ what? Sittin’ down? What-

SARAH
Shiva, Connor. It’s-how the Jewish people mourn. We...just sit. For 7 days, while people come to visit and pay their respects and all.

CONNOR
I see. Normally, we just get tanked, and we hope that no one gets into a fight.
(beat)
How long you been here so far?

SARAH
About 20 minutes.

CONNOR
Sounds like you still got a ways to go.
(he crosses across the stage to exit)

SARAH
Connor, wait.
(he stops, but does not turn around)
I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the funeral. I was tied up in some things at work and by the time I would have gotten there I would probably interrupted something-what with my impeccable timing and all-so I thought-
(beat)
I thought that I would come here, I thought-that I could sit Shiva or do something for you or something relevant or som...yeah.

CONNOR
Yeah.
(beat)
Well, it’s a good thing I stopped home between then. Wouldn’t want to leave you sittin’ here alone for a day and have me stumble in tomorrow night pissed on whiskey.
(beat)
Thanks, though.

SARAH
You’re welcome.
(beat)
Listen, Connor...could you quit being so damn stubborn all the time, and just turn and look at me for a moment?

Surprised by this, Connor turns around.

CONNOR
Well? What? What have you got to say?

SARAH
What I have to say is that I still care about you, Connor. More than I like to admit to myself sometimes, but I know how important she was to you, so I figured that this was the least I could do. I know what family means to you. Means to me...
(beat)

CONNOR
Is that all?

SARAH
Why do you do that? Why do you always feel like you have to martyr yourself? The only real difference between us is that you already had someone to do that for you, but then, here you are, still carrying that weight around on your shoulders like its your responsibility. You know, like you have to support a family alone, or you have to convert to keep me happy. But you know what, Connor? I don’t care. And I never did. And even if I did, I’d be there, carrying that cross with you, by your side, the whole damn time. That’s what love is, Connor. That’s what it’s supposed to be. It’s two against the world, instead of just one. When are you going to realize that?

CONNOR
Probably about the time I lose the two most important women in my life.
(beat)
Which, coincidentally, is right about now.

Silence.

CONNOR
I should-I should get goin’, I should get back to the wake. I should just change and I-

SARAH
Connor--

Connor grabs Sarah and passionately kisses her. Afterwards, he looks at her pleadingly.

CONNOR
Will ya come with me, Sarah? Will ya? I’m so sorry, about all of this. Sometimes it just takes somethin’ awful to open your eyes. Christ, I already buried one woman today. I’m not about to bury this, too. Well? What do ya say?

Connor offers his hand to Sarah. She smiles, nods, and takes his hand in hers. They move to exit.

CONNOR
Ya know she always liked you. Always askin’ about that pretty Jewish girl I had. She said your dark hair was like clouds over fields of May.

SARAH
What is that supposed mean?

CONNOR
To be honest, I’m not really sure. I think its just its one of those things that’s beautiful enough that you don’t ask questions.

BLACK OUT.

END.

yellow

(that’s the whole point of no return) she said
picking pedals from a chartreuse pistil letting them
slip from her fingers without thought without
feeling as they fluttered to the floor to become some
thing or not that’s why we let them fly
or fade away
it’s like riding in a parking lot and leaving
training wheels on and on and on and never
standing on your own two
(wheels ways eyes feet) we
can/not keep waiting for the okay/go (why) yes/no
--broken glass and open windows—tethered safety
chords and time and rooms and lines and
(yours and mine)
waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting
waiting

STOP

(he loves me, he loves me not)

Monday, September 8, 2008

Gimme Shelter

It was rare enough that John ever left his small, private ranch. It was rarer still that he would interact with anyone at all when he did. But after three days of seeing the same Woman stand in front of his house with Her umbrella opened, motionless, he was more than willing to break his unspoken vow of social celibacy.
In a previous life, John would have been considered charming. Charismatic. Witty. He probably would have been able to think of a more tactful way to approach the solemn Woman he’d been watching. Still, “What the hell are you doin’ on my property? It ain’t even rainin’,” seemed most appropriate to him at the time.
Understandably, She didn’t respond.
“Excuse me, ma’am. Bein’ that it hasn’t rained in…I don’t know, a long time, I’d like to know what you’re doin’ with that umbrella out here. This is private property.”
“Waiting for the rain,” she said, without turning around. “Sometimes, you just want the rain to come. Sometimes you want Heaven to explode and pour down all around you.”
“Well…do you mind waitin’ somewhere else? You’re on my land,” he answered dryly.
The Woman began to sing softly to Herself as She twirled Her umbrella, spraying water in every direction and showering John. He stood there for a moment, silent and dripping, as he thought of new ways to approach the situation until he was able to make out what She was whisper-singing: “This land is your land. This land is my land…”
This pulled John from his drip-induced daze. Betty used to love Guthrie, he thought. “Ma’am? Can you hear me? Hello?” he tried again.
“Yes, and I responded to your question,” She said emphatically.
“But you’re still on my property.”
“What I’m standing on is a sad, sad strip of parched earth that happens to stretch in front of a place that I assume is your home—unless you would be a liar—and all I happen to be doing is patiently waiting for the rain to come,” She asserted.
John rolled his eyes and walked towards the Woman. “Alright, Lady. You been here three whole days and there ain’t been a sign of rain. There ain’t been a rain cloud for weeks. Have you ever been to Arizona before?”
“Lived My whole life here. And then some,” She responded—then She started to turn around, slowly and carefully so as not to reveal Her face. She lifted her arm and pointed next to the house. “I planted a tree right over there on our wedding day.”
“Well, musta been somewheres else, ‘cause there ain’t no tree there, Lady.” He reached his hand out to her shoulder. “Now come on, get goin’. There’s no trees, and no rain, and—Jeezus!”
Just as he was about to touch her shoulder, the sky—which, moments earlier, had been perfectly clear—suddenly burst into a tremendous downpour, as if all the rain that had hid for the summer decided to come down all at once. He looked up at the Woman, who remained standing in the same position. Much like the ground below Her feet, She was completely protected by the umbrella, staying just as deathly dry as the cracking earth.
“If you don’t get off the property, I’m’a have to call the cops,” John shouted as he ran for the porch.
“You don’t have a telephone,” the Woman responded calmly.
“How do you know what I do or don’t got?”
“I don't see any telephone poles. Not for miles.”
Standing on his front steps, John hesitated as he tried to out-rationalize Her or think of an appropriate response, but the only one he had was to slam the door and leave Her out in the rain.
For the rest of the evening, John watched Her from his window. At first, he was fidgety and anxious, but as the night waned on, John found himself entranced by Her statue-like state, and soon, he, too, was confined still and silent to his seat by the window. He stayed that way for hours until finally, he fell asleep. But the Woman had not moved.
The next morning, he awoke in his chair with a cramp in his neck. His first response was to stretch and massage it, tasks which kept him distracted from the sight outside his window. After a few minutes, John finally took notice—of nothing. The Woman, it seemed, had left after the rain. There were no footsteps but his in the dirt, and the ground was just as dry and cracked as it had ever been. He went outside, curious and incredulous and blinded by the sun, but he could not find a trace of the Woman or the rain. He played the scene back through his head, fast-forwarding and rewinding through his memories of the evening, to no avail. As he turned to head back inside, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye—a small sapling, forcing its way out of the hard earth. It was the same spot where he had buried his wife all those years ago.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Flamingo Pink

It always starts out with an excuse, a justification, something to alleviate the guilt and awkwardness. “Are you sure you’re okay?” or, “I’ve never done this before,” or “Does that feel good?” A voice that spills in hushed whispers, wearing a sexy disguise of low decibel tones and airy breath that tickles the other’s ear. Subtle, revealing secrets that manage somehow to advance the foreplay to another step when choreographed and dubbed to the nervous grope of fingertips that dance across her skin.
“You like that, baby? Yeah?” fumbled Andy from his lips as he worked his hand down her thigh. He stood above her, looking down at her with slotted eyes as he bit his lip and pulled the skin of his cheeks tight against his teeth. Her thighs were thick like watermelons, with the texture to boot—skin like vinyl, recessed beneath incongruous ridges of razor burn and rashes trying desperately to clear.
He kneaded her flesh with a hard sensuality until his first finger reached the ridge; his hand stopped at the cliff, like a bungee jumper paralyzed with a sudden fear of heights. His trembling fingers tried to recover and sneak back up her leg, but she grabbed his hand with hers and placed it back on her raw, severed flesh.
“Wassamatah, baby,” she squeaked too loudly. “Ya neva bin wit’ a amputee befoah?
He fumbled for a suitable response—“What? Sure, I…”
“Or ya neva bin wit’ a prah’sitoot?” she growled, less like a cat and more like a lion devouring it’s prey. “Why’nt’chu c’mere n’ put yer cahk in it, baby?”
Andy quickly pulled his hand from the stump of her leg and held the armrests of her wheelchair with a kung-fu grip. He clenched his muscles tightly as pushed up on the armrests and lifted himself onto her. “Uh, yeah. Are you-are you ready for my cock now, b-baby?”
“Mm, yeah.” As she slid down in her seat to give him better access, Andy’s fragile left arm buckled at the elbow, unable to support his weight. He flailed backwards, his nervous leg kicking frantically, fumbling for grounding but finding instead the brake release of her wheelchair. With one wheel still stabilized, the chair began to pivot until the other wheel spun off the edge of the stairwell landing. Gravity pulled her viciously down the stairs like an angry beast grasping for his meal but still confined to his pit. Sprawled out on his back, Andy couldn’t see her topple down the stairs—but the war drum rhythm was unmistakable and deafening as it echoed throughout the stairwell.
After a moment of shock and gathering senses, Andy leaped to his feet and bounded pantless down the stairs. He could hear the warbled torque of her bent and twisted wheel—still spinning in an oblong route—cutting through the air the whole down. As he got closer, he could make out another soft, liquid sound that kept a steady beat beneath it.
“Baby? You okay?” he asked with a waver in his voice as his eyes scanned the wreckage with the excitement of a driver going past a motor vehicle accident on the interstate. But he didn’t lost his erection until he saw blood from her head dripping off the ledge of the bottom stair and pooling on the landing below.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Double Bogie

No man should have to bury his son.
That’s one of two things my father ever taught me, the other being that a son should always surpass his own father in greatness. He said that every boy follows in his father’s footsteps, but at some point, to become a man, the son must overcome the father’s shadow and become something more, something greater, making each successive generation better than the last.
So here I am, casting a shadow over the grave of my youngest son, Matthew. In my hand, I hold a piece of paper given to me by my other son, David, who is three years Matt’s elder. It was in turn given to him by his doctor, Sam Winston. Winston’s a twelve handicap, but he usually plays like a seven. We’re all pretty sure that he’s not submitting his scorecards, but no one calls him on it.
The piece of paper in my hand is David’s chemotherapy schedule. He needs me to drive him because his license was suspended for DWI. Matthew was in the car when it happened. They had just won the member-member. They got their names added to the plaque on the wall. I’d have been proud if I had known—my name’s up there twice.
Ever since my wife brought him home from the hospital, David always looked after Matt. Protected him, like an older brother should. The car hit one of those orange water bumper barrels on the highway, which, obviously, the water doesn’t really do much except make a big bloody puddle. David got out of the car; Matthew didn’t.
My own father died ten years ago, natural causes. He never told me that he loved me, not once. It’s stuck with me, haunted me well into my adult life. Me, I never miss an opportunity to say it to the people who matter most. Not after that.
I never thought I’d run out of opportunities.