The Irish lace curtains, flow in on the sea breeze. John is
curled up in a chair, watching them catch the sunlight….highlighting the lace
work. Aunt Margaret rushes into the
room.
Aunt Margaret
Nothing
is made like it used to be. It’s all junk.
John sitting up
Did something fall off the house…a gutter or shingle or
something?
Aunt Margaret
No. I’m talking about my make up. I’ve been buying this same
make up for 25 years. And it used to make my skin look great.
John thinking
Choice 1 Could say: You buried
the lead…25 years ago.
Choice 2 Just shut up, shut up shut up. Can’t... she’s waiting
for a response.
John
Your skin
looks good without make up
John thinking
…especially for someone who lives at the beach. Shut up shut up shut up
Aunt Margaret
That was soo nice John. Want me to make you something for
lunch?
John thinks
Remembers how Aunt Margaret cooks. Everything blackened. Oh God no.
John
No I’m good.
Aunt Margaret leaves the room. The Irish lace curtains look
like angel wings, flowing in the breeze. Arch Angel Michael you can slap me
silly for lying…but I’m liking myself right now.
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