Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

 SCENE XI – FARRELL RESIDENCE.  (ZOYA, festively dressed excitable little woman with dyed hair teeters forward on high heels)

ZOYA

Stevie!

(She clutches CHASE, kissing him everywhere)

Oh Stevie, Stevie, I was so afraid you wouldn’t come.

CHASE

Miss your birthday?  How could I possibly?  And I brought a friend.

(JAZZ waves nervously)

JAZZ

(Awkwardly extending plant)

Happy Birthday.

(Painfully obvious this is way too big a plant for this tiny person)

ZOYA

(Making no move to take it)

Oh, my. That looks so…interesting. Well come in, come in.

JAZZ unloads plant on hall table, looking around, awed. ZOYA regards plant apprehensively.)

ZOYA

I suppose I’m ancient, dry and prickly just like this plant. Does it come with directions?

JAZZ

It’s a Christmas cactus. It’s going to have three blooms.  See?

ZOYA

(Without enthusiasm)

Lovely.

(Clings to CHASE)

It’s so wonderful to see you!

(She squeezes him)

Look how tall you’ve gotten.

CHASE

(hugs her)

Good to see you, Mom. You’re looking well.

JAZZ

Sorry I’m not dressed for a party.

CHASE

Jazz had kind of a disaster. Somebody jumped out of her dorm room window.

(JAZZ and CHASE exchange looks)

ZOYA

How terrible! Were they badly hurt?

CHASE

(With relish)

Killed, Mom. Dead.

(His mother backs away, looking at the pair of them)

ZOYA

Do they give you an automatic A and send you home?

CHASE

Urban legend, Mom. You’ve got to stop believing myths.

(His mother strikes him lightly on the arm)

ZOYA

I never know when you’re teasing.

CHASE

If Jazz could borrow something of Cyanne’s…?

ZOYA

(Recollecting she’s the hostess)

Of course, of course.  Cyanne has way too many clothes. She’s always shopping. You look about the same size.  She’d say yes but she’s away at college.  She’s pledging my sorority. Quick drink before you freshen up?

(An expression almost of panic)

Because I’ve got to get back – back to the kitchen.

(Backs away as if dragged – exit)

CHASE

My Mom always bakes her own birthday cake.

JAZZ

Why didn’t you tell me your mother hates plants?

(Gestures)

All these plants are fake.

CHASE

Mom says growth’s a lot of work. 

JAZZ

(Mimes looking at family photos on the walls)

That you as a baby?

CHASE

The very same. Aren’t I adorable? You can’t tell which is me and which is Cyanne.

JAZZ

You all look so happy.

CHASE

Appearances can be deceiving.

JAZZ

So your real name’s Stevie.

CHASE

Steven.  Now that you know it, forget it. Just another thing that’s gone.

JAZZ

You could have told me. 

CHASE

Who knew we’d end up here? I’ve never been good at telling people things. The vortex assumed control.

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