Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Mother of Blue Stars


ACT III

Episode 1

[MARY enters as RAYMOND and ELEANOR play chess]


MARY: Raymond!  What are you doing here?  Shouldn’t you be at work?

RAYMOND: They sent me home.  Business was slow.

MARY: Are you sure?  They’ve never done that before.

RAYMOND: Well, okay, I spilled some gas.  A lot of gas.

MARY: Raymond!  That’s terrible!

RAYMOND: I know.

ELEANOR: Raymond, stop it!  Don’t worry, Ma.  He’s only pulling your leg.  He didn’t spill any gas.

MARY: Is that true, Raymond?

RAYMOND: Nice goin’, Sis.

MARY: Raymond, why do you want to upset me?  I have enough to think about already.  Eleanor, I’ll need help with supper.

ELEANOR: Okay, Ma.  I’m almost done beating Raymond.  He’s the worst chess player I’ve ever seen!

RAYMOND: You’re not beating me!

ELEANOR: It’s a cinch I’m going to win. There, Pawn to King 4, got your bishop, thank you very much!

RAYMOND: You know, Sis, it’s just a game.

ELEANOR: That’s what people say when they’re losing. You wouldn’t be so nice if you were winning.

RAYMOND: Not true!  I’ve always been a good sport.

ELEANOR: Since when?

RAYMOND: Since always.  Who taught you how to play?  Me!  How many times have I won?  Lots!  When did I ever make you feel bad?  Never!

ELEANOR: Raymond, don’t kid yourself.  You like to gloat.

RAYMOND: You’re confusing me with Johnny.

ELEANOR: Johnny?  He never gave me the time of day.  To him I was just his bratty little sister.

RAYMOND: Maybe he was right.

ELEANOR: He was all wet and you’re all wet.  Now it’s your move.

RAYMOND: Howdaya know what I’d be thinking?  You’re not a mind reader.

ELEANOR: Say Ma, what’s for dinner?

MARY: Stuffed cabbage.  I’ll need you to brown the meat.  Don’t forget to save the grease.

Continued tomorrow

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