Thursday, January 14, 2016

Mother of Blue Stars



Scene 5

ELEANOR: Thank you.  Queen to King 3. See, at first, I thought maybe you joined to keep up with our brothers.  I thought you felt left out or left behind or something.  Then I thought, no, you were never that close, so why should you care?

RAYMOND: Is that your move?

ELEANOR: I removed my hand.

RAYMOND: Why didn’t you take my Rook?

ELEANOR: Because it’s a trap.  You would have captured my Queen.
 
RAYMOND: Hmmmmm.  I taught you well, Sis.

[Beat]

ELEANOR: Ma, is Pop coming home for dinner?

MARY: I hope so.  Why wouldn’t he?

ELEANOR: I thought he was ushering a funeral.

MARY: He is.  The Stefaneks, mother and son.  Very, very sad.  

ELEANOR: I know his little brother, Tomas.  He’s very nice.  Kinda quiet, though.  We have homeroom together.  Raymond, how long are you going to ponder your next move?  I gotta help Ma.

RAYMOND: Stop with all your questions, will ya!  I’m thinking.  Okay . . . Rook to Rook 7.

[Beat]

ELEANOR: I was hoping you’d do that.  Now watch this.  Queen to Rook 7. Check!  Now you’re boxed in pretty good.

RAYMOND: Don’t worry.  I’ll find a way out.  There’s always a way out.  [Beat, then slowly, in deep thought]  You don’t know . . . from nothing, Sis.  I’ve always . . . said that.

ELEANOR: So I’ve heard. Although I know more than you think.  I also have a final theory, Theory C, which I’ll admit is a little out-there.

RAYMOND: King to Queen 1.  There.  Out of check.  Your move.

MARY: Are you two almost finished?  I need the table.

ELEANOR: We’ll be done in a few minutes.  Raymond, can you smell defeat?

MARY: [Concerned] Who has stinky feet?

ELEANOR: [ELEANOR and RAYMOND chuckle] No, Ma, DE-feat, as in losing.  Not the feet.  I’m about to beat Raymond, once and for all.

MARY: We have no talcum powder.  Your father gave it to Andrew.

RAYMOND: Ma, our feet are fine.

MARY: Then I’m going upstairs to do a few things.  Eleanor, when I come back we’ll have to start supper.  It’s getting late.

[MARY exits]

ELEANOR: Okay, Ma.

RAYMOND: It’s your move.

Continued tomorrow. 

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