MAISIE’S DEAD: Act Two, SCENE 1

Maisie’s  Dead: A Comedic Tale of Love and Marriage

Copyright © 2007 by William D. Coffey, All rights reserved

 

Act Two, SCENE 1:   Friday afternoon again, the senior apartment

 

FRIDAY AFTERNOON AGAIN, continuation of first scene in Act One.  Jessie’s apartment.  The Scrabble game continues.

 

 

JESSIE

…that floozie… and her…her wretched pile of husbandsI wish I could just fly back to last Sunday night and erase that damned phone call!

 

GERMAINE

Well, you can’t.  But the game’s not over yet, let’s see how it turns out.

 

MAUD    [placing letters]

…B …L …A …B… Your turn Jessie.  Think you can top Germaine’s triple word score?

 

JESSIE

NO!   Nor do I want to try!   Here, I’ll play off your B:    …I   …G…   “BIG.”

 

GERMAINE

And I’ll just add  …A  …M  …Y…   Bigamy!     Double word score!

 

JESSIE

Germaine!   What if Frieda sees that?  Not to mention your other bell ringer!

[phone rings]

Talk about timing!    [she stretches to lift receiver]      Hello?…

FRIEDA   [voice over speakerphone]

Mama, buzz the door and let me in.

 

JESSIE      [hangs up and turns back to table]

Oh!…  OK…    She’s by herself.  I hope that’s not a bad sign.

 

MAUD

Did you do the buzzer?             [phone rings again]

 

JESSIE    [stretches to receiver again]

Hello?…

FRIEDA   [voice over speakerphone]

Mama, press the confounded buzzerYou forgot to unlock the door again!

 

JESSIE

Oh!…  haha … I did it again!       [audible buzz as she presses phone button]

 

GERMAINE

I think I heard the tizzy in her voice.

 

MAUD

Jessie, do you think Frieda might look at our board?

 

JESSIE

OH!  Game’s over!  You both win!      [she lifts the board and pours letters into the box]

 

MAUD

Germaine won!  She even had the highest score.     [Frieda enters]        Hello Frieda dear.

 

FRIEDA

Hello Mama, Maud, Germaine.  Mama, can we go for a walk?

 

JESSIE

Honey, it’s all right, Maud and Germaine already know there’s some awful problem with the Mississippi man.  We’re all friends here, and we turn to each other when we have things we need to talk about.  What was it you didn’t want to say over the phone?

 

FRIEDA

Those husbands are driving me crazy!  I never know when they’re going to straggle in from the barn, barge into my kitchen looking for coffee…  especially that Clyde.  He even gets in the refrigerator when my back is turned!  Privacy is dead at my house!

 

MAUD

As bad as all that?

 

FRIEDA

It’s worse!  I don’t know how these poor old boys paid the bus driver to get here.  They’re all living from hand to mouth.  One of them “borried” five dollars from John this morning. How far can you go on five dollars?  If I didn’t feed them they’d starve!

 

JESSIE

What about this man from Mississippi?  Do the other men know what he told you?

 

FRIEDA

They do not!  I told him to get the details for me and not to tell the others!

 

JESSIE

Well… why not?

 

FRIEDA     [she paces]

Mama, it’s about you!  Do you think I want those galoots talking about my mother out there in that barn?

 

JESSIE

About me?  For heaven’s sake!  What are you talking about?

 

FRIEDA

Mama…  I have to tell you something.

 

JESSIE

All right, go ahead and tell me.

 

FRIEDA

It might be awful.

 

JESSIE

Might be awful?  What do you mean it might be?…

 

 

…to be continued…

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