Backup of Caleb - Feeling Real - In Progress

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Feeling Real:

Scene 1: “The Memoir That Was But It Wasn’t”

(Lights up Tight on a comfortably dressed woman. She is around the age of 35, though she

denies. She is in sweats and a hoodie. She is holding a pencil and note pad. )

NORA: (She is rambling. It’s her “ memoir.” She is quickly scribing it onto her note pad and

takes her seat on her couch amongst her comfort foods and blankets.) Life is a crazy road that

twist an turns through mountains and valleys (Off-page.) Open with a metaphor. That’snice. (Back to the page.) Have you ever come to the point in your life where you’ve stoopedso low, the road has taken you into a valley, that once you arrive there you take a turn but…

you keep degrading lower and lower and lower. You’re beyond hope of hopelessness.

You’re so hopeless you can’t even use that word to describe you in a memoir you are

writing about yourself. So bad, that you have to stoop to writing about yourself for new

material because YOU! You are a terrible publicist . Yep. That’s me. I’m that pathetic. I can’t

get my writers to produce anything good. My rates are dying as the demographics changedrastically!... And I am definitely keeping something hidden from everyone. (Beat.) I am

secretly… (Off-page. Erasing last bit.) Never mind! They don’t need to know that part. (Back

to the page.) Here’s the whole point of this. I’m lonely. I have no one in my life. (Off-page)

Wow. This is way too much exposition for the first part of a memoir. (Takes a beat to pity

herself. She rewards her pity with another bite of ice cream perhaps? Thinking aloud.) Oh

well. I suck at writing anyway. Needs to have more sympathy though. (Back to the page.)

I’m all-alone. On a Friday night. (Smiles at her device choice.) But, I tell myself, “It’s okay. Itwas my choice. I can be with people whenever I want. Loneliness is a choice. ” (Off-page.)

Where did that line come from? A de-motivational poster? (Next idea) Jonathon. (Back to

the page.) I want to be with Jonathon. Jonathon and I are dating. It’s complicated. It all

started when- (Off-page. Again erasing the last bit.) Got to leave some mystery. (Back to page.) When you’re 35– (Erases) 30, like me… You start to get desperate for love. (Beat.)

Jonathon… is the man I am desperately, madly in love with. And he’s one hell of a catch too.

But there is an actual “catch” with this “catch.” It ’s like a Hallmark movie romance, but I

have one problem… that “catch,” as I so phrased it. This may sound like it’s his problem, butjust to clarify. It is mine. ALL mine. (Off-page) Do I sound crazy? Of course I do… I’m talkingto myself … that’s a trick question- (She realizes it. Defeat.) Yep, I’m crazy. Let’s tone downthe crazy. (Back to page.) I have this “slight problem” with Jonathon. Which brings me too-

(Her phone goes off. She can’t tell where it’s coming from she listens around. It’s coming from

the depths of the couch. She starts tearing cushions off as items of her shame are airborne

through the room, like tissues and candy wrappers, etc. She finds it and answers it.) Jonathon!

(He is calling. She answers the phone. She is suddenly a new person. Bright, cheery, a littleditzy. You know, a stereotypical girl in love *wink.*) Jonathon!

(A pool of light on another part of the stage JONATHON appears in it on the phone. He is in his

30’s dressed nicely in business attire.. If you could capture George Clooney in his 30’s, and put

him on stage in that role… that would be JONATHON “to a T.” He is handsome, looks charming

and radiates marriage material. He responds.)



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JONATHON: (Pleasantly surprised.) Wow, Nora! Wow this is great! I finally got a hold of

you! How have things been? Why haven’t you returned my calls? Is anything wrong?

NORA: Answer one: Great! Answer two: Busy. Work has been terrible. I have hardly

anytime to breathe. Answer three: See answer two.

JONATHON: That sounds terrible. I hope things get better for you? Anything I can do?

NORA: I wish.

JONATHON: Well. I hope this isn’t a bad time to ask… but. I have a few minutes in betweenmeetings. I really wanted to call and ask… I would like to see if we could go on anther date?

This past month has been great! I’ve enjoyed all of our time together.

NORA: (Kills her to say.) I’m sorry. But I cant. I have to… get things taken care of at work. Imight be… Let me not trouble you with all that. If you only have a few minutes, I wont get

into all that.

JONATHON: NO! No. I can be late.

NORA: No! Don’t worry. I actually… I’ve got a meeting here! Starting right now! I justremembered. I’m late for it. Damn it! I’m so sorry, but I’m afraid I have to run. (LIES!)

JONATHON: No, I understand. I hope you get everything sorted out. I hope it’s a goodmeeting. Call me sometime, when you are free, or if you just need to talk. I’m here for you.

NORA: Yes. I will, goodbye.

JONATHON: (About to say something else. But then he changes.) Goodbye.

(She hangs up the phone forlornly. Stops herself from tears. Beat. Erases her unfinished

thought . Rewrites.) Anyway… The tragic conclusion to my point is – I can’t see Jonathon

again because… I CAN’T. (Off-page) I have writers block on my own life. How is that even

possible? (Last bite of her ice cream.) This is my third Ben and Jerry’s!!! I HAVE to get OUT

of this depression! (The phone rings. Her heart skips. Then she sees who it is. Blasé.) Hello

outside contact, this is a desperate woman filled with self-loathing and way too much Ben

and Jerry’s ice cream. And that ice cream has given her a sudden sugar rush to start writing

her own memoir, maybe to publish, in hopes of saving her job, and amount to … something

– How may I direct your call? (Light up on other side of stage. In it is Janine. She is a womanof her 30’s dressed to go out on the town. )

JANINE: Wow! I thought I was calling Nora. Not “Pity – party of one” …?

NORA: Ha. Ha. I have had too much to deal with, and you know it Janine. Like my job that is

slowly suffocating itself. I’m taking the writing into my own hands now. They had their

chance. My so-called “award-winning” staff of writers.



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JANINE: Congrats by the way! I saw your new book on the Times’ list last week… Or was itthe week before?

NORA: Yeah. Well they aren’t as sharp as they used to be – THREE weeks ago. Their awards

meant nothing apparently!

JANINE: What’s got you all on edge?

NORA: Ugh! That last, fantasy teen-romance novel was a bit too far of a stretch. Some

mythical creatures can be sexy, then there are some that cannot be, like their Centaur

idea… really? We are supposed to combat Stephanie Meyer’s success with a centaur?

JANINE: At least his upper body was sexy…?

NORA: Not good enough. You can’t make a character that’s “half-beast” a sex symbol. That

just immoral. Sorry Miss Meyer. C’mon! Jacob??? Werewolf is even pushing the limits alittle. We should just leave the bestiality for Belle and the enchanted objects!

JANINE: Does that even count?

NORA: (Ignoring.) And their last so-called “good idea” was that “Narnia” rip-off.

JANINE: Ah yes, “The Cow, The Wizard, and the Cupboard…” That was a bit of a hard read.

NORA: You know. They should actually try harder if they intend to rip-off something from

one of the greatest writers of all time. Where have all the C.S. Lewis’s gone? Why are

today’s society of readers and writers so dim? Why, can’t I be C.S. Lewis?

JANINE: Ok, honey. You’re ranting. You’re writing this memoir? About your life?

NORA: That’s why it’s a memoir. But its sucks, because it is not a very good one.

JANINE: Darling, this memoir is more than a plea for a final attempt to save your job. I bet

it’s a cover for some underlying thing. And that’s sad. It is hiding you away in your

apartment, it ’s not healthy.

NORA: How did you know I’m in my apartment?

JANINE: I do now. And, honey, you need to get on out. Stop stressing about work and the

Jonathon thing and GET OUT!

NORA: You think this shame spiral is because of the Jonathon thing!?

JANINE: YEAH! Mainly the Jonathon thing! And it really is about time you get over him. If

you don’t act now. You need to move on. (Beat. – NORA lets out a pitiful moan) Just to let



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you know, the girls and I were getting together to go to the pub . And… a cute guy I met lastnight… I talked to him about you. Told him you were sexy, very smart, successful, driven,

goal-oriented, entertaining, the life of the party…

NORA: (Blasé as she has been.) You lied to a stranger about me? How thoughtful.

JANINE: Annnnnd… He generally, expressed enthusiasm to meet you. And he is really cute

and I think you need to at least give him a try. He’s a good rebound guy, if not “The One!”

NORA: “Generally, expressed enthusiasm?” God, Janine. I have been in my pajamas all day. I

will need hours to get ready for a night out. Especially if it ’s with a new guy. And you know

I’m still not, and will not, get over Jonathon. And I just actually took a call from–

JANINE: Girl, just meet him! Meeting someone new is good! It will take your mind off of the

old guy. Jonathon is obviously driving you into a “dark state.” Come back to the light side ofthe force, Anakin.

NORA: Star Wars reference? Really? You’re such a nerd.

JANINE: I am not a nerd because I like Star Wars! Cool people can like Star Wars too! And

you knew that was a Star Wars reference so don’t even- That- THAT is beside the point.

Anyway! I think you’ll like Mr. Mystery Cute guy. He wants to meet you! Take the bait! I’llcome over and help you get ready. You need to get out. Have a little fling!

NORA: No, no, no. Jonathon is a fresh “band-aid stuck to arm-hair,” and I’m not ready topull it off. Besides, I was about to say that he just called.

JANINE: Really!

NORA: Yes. I’m not ready. He asked me out and I turned him down. This past month hasbeen something.

JANINE: Oh Come on! Turning him down? Honey, I will get you out tonight. So help me!

Either if it’s with Mr. Mystery Cute guy, who was very interested in you, or me and the girls!

NORA: That’s too much to ask. I don’t want you to drive across town all the way here justtoo… (There is a knock at the door. This confuses her -) Hold on Janine… there… is… someoneat my door??? (She gets up to answer the door and she looks through the eyehole to her

dismay) JANINE!!! (She hangs up the phone, and she opens the door. JANINE has been outsidethe door all along.)

JANINE: I came over just incase you didn’t answer so I could check to see if you were – you

know, dead or something… I tried hearing through the door for signs of life, but DAMN

these things are sound proof! You could have been dead and I would have never known. I’mso glad you answered.



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NORA: That’s rather morbid. Why would you even think that…?

JANINE: Well, I hadn’t heard from you in three days, which is three days too long! Also I

k new you couldn’t say “no” this way! Let’s get OUT TONIGHT!!! You have been dealing withwork problems, MAN problems… It’s a recipe for trauma and depression. I wouldn’t be

surprised if this memoir you are writing started as a suicide note... then your “writer side” just kicked in.

NORA: I’m so happy to hear you have faith in me as a person…

JANINE: Hey! I’m being honest, and part of that is me telling you that you need to be a little

more gleeful, joyful! Happy again! And get ready now! So we can go down to O’Malley’s Pub

and get your life back on the fast track to coherence! Drop that suicide note you call a

memoir and –

NORA: But I have to be up at 7AM tomorrow!

JANINE: Don’t we all! That’s the morning, this is the evening. Let’s live a little. Two or threedrinks. That’s it – all you have to do.

(NORA , Who has been looking more and more troubled as this dialogue goes on has suddenly

collapsed on the couch in tears. JANINE takes the proper friend action in consoling her.)

JANINE: Honey?... –? What’s wrong?

NORA: You – You were right…

JANINE: What? Honey? – “right?” Right about what.

NORA: My: (A mumbled word as she buries her head into a pillow.)

JANINE: Your what?

NORA: My memoir!

JANINE: I’m confused, I didn’t say anything about your – did I? – Oh yes, I did… What about

it?

NORA: It was, it was! (- Has started regaining her composure, but into a depressed stupor.like a bipolar mood swing.)

JANINE: Huh? Was? Was what?

NORA: It was. It was a suicide note. My memoir.

JANINE: Oh my god… I was only joking. Oh my god! I’m so sorry!



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NORA: It was one at first. You were right. I have not gotten any joy from my life in a month.

I was writing the note until I… I- just look. LOOK! (She indicates her pad. JANINE picks it up.

Reads. Flips to the first page, which is about 5 pages prior. Then reads aloud.)

JANINE: “Dear World, It’s been fun, but you suck! And so, I bid you ‘f arewell and goodbye.’Much love, Sincerely, Highest regards, Yours truly, Thank You??? Cordially, Wishing you

well, Best wishes, Until Next Time?- “ This doesn’t stop. (She flips a page) You go on for two

pages writing… – every closing imaginable!

NORA: I couldn’t decide on a closing. So I gave up. Much like I had on my life. A reputable ,

New York publicist can’t have a poorly written suicide note! It has to be good or what’s thepoint? So… in final efforts to save my life, I had an idea to write my life. Thus my memoir

was born. If I can get people to like it, empathize with my sorrow, maybe it will sell enough

to save my job? One problem solved.

JANINE: (She cant Help but slowly start to chuckle. – Looks at her quizzically. Through breaksafter giggling and dying down a bit.) I’m sorry, it’s just… This really shouldn’t be funny. ButI’m – I’m sorry – It’s just you couldn’t – (Catches her breathe) I’m calming down. I don’tmean to laugh. It ’s just so odd of a predicament… But you have to laugh about it!

NORA: I’m glad my death brings you such delight.

JANINE: No! That’s not it. What would make me really glad – is you getting on up! Marching

into your room. Into that closet and picking out the best dress to show off that fine “donk”of yours. Then finishing up with a stop in the bathroom and we can do your hair and make

up! WOO!

NORA: There is no way in hell I’m gonna get out that door.

JANINE: (Who has begun texting.) I thought so. So that’s why I brought back -up!

(The door opens. It is a man. Early 30’s. Eccentric. Mildly flamboyant. Well-dressed in “new

age,” stylish, blue shades. He has a cane, but it’s a little different than most. Longer . He

parades in showy, but slowly. He is HUGO, a half-French, friend of JANINE and NORA. His

accent is slight. Due to a genetic disorder, he is half-blind. He plays fully-blind in certain

company. Nonetheless, he is fun, kind, and a great guy. A bit like “Franck” from “Father of the

Bride” He knocks a plant over at the end of his “grand” entrance. Sassy as all get out.)

HUGO: Oops, apparently someone here needs a little help to feel… better? To be lifted outof their despair, like the hawk grabs the mouse. No? Yes! Yesss, Miss Nora “No-Life, Low-

life!”

NORA: (to JANINE) You brought in Hugo?

HUGO: Yes! Never fear! Your favorite half-French, blind guy is here! Hugo DuPeindre is

here! To help his dear friend. To save a life. A life that should be out living!



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NORA: You already told him???

JANINE: No. I didn’t

HUGO: “Told” me what?

NORA: I’m contemplating suicide.

HUGO: (Beat. The unexpected. Gasp!) Are you one of those people, now? Are you going to

start constantly making veiled threats on your life over Facebook? Twitter? Other forms of

social media? Constantly seeking attention? An attention whore? Because, guess what! If

you are, Au Revoir, Ta-Ta, “So-long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen, Good–“

NORA: No. I’m not!

HUGO: Good! My sister-in-law, Veronique, is one. I hate her. I can’t stand it! She makes me

sick! (Side note.) She also has a good grip on the balls of my brother, Gaspar! Man is he

whipped! “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade” – whipped! She also makes fun of me when Ibump into things! Damn that soulless harpy!

NORA: That’s horrible. Who makes fun of blind people?

HUGO: I’m only half -blind now.

NORA: What?

HUGO: I was never fully blind to begin with. I thought you knew that?

NORA: Nope.

HUGO: Some of my sight was restored a little by that surgery I had last month.

NORA: I must have been in here longer than I thought.

HUGO: I guess so, but promise me you won’ t turn into a “Veronique.”

NORA: No worries. She is a bitch. I’m not . What this whole deal is, is just me being dramatic

and creative all at the same time. I’m sure it will pass.

JANINE: Sure it will… When we go out tonight!

NORA: No no no no no no. I’m not ready!

HUGO: Nora, I may be half-blind, and half-French, but I am wholly against you acting like

this!

JANINE: Yeah! Quit your whining! Don’t make me get Karlene in here!

NORA: Really? She’s here too?!



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JANINE: Might as well text her to come in now, Hugo.

HUGO: (As he does so.) “ Might as well” before that weird neighbor you have talks her ear

off. Did you know the woman has 3 cats? Nora, you can choose not to come with us, just

don’t become like your neighbor. That is my one request if you simply must stay single.

NORA: But Candice is already my age!

JANINE: Candice?

NORA: My neighbor!

JANINE: See. You’re already on a first name basis. Next step she gets you a cat. Next, next

step she gets you another. Finally, you and she are the miserable, psycho, single cat ladies

that are being evicted on a special episode of “Hoarders.”

NORA: We’re just single and the same age! So what?!

HUGO: I’m terribly sorry for that unfortunate coincidence.

JANINE: You have a lot more chances than her still! Let’s get goin’! Hugo, get Karlene inhere! Let’s beautify NORA!

HUGO: OUI!!!!

(KARLENE enters. She is the youngest of them. Not too bright. She is a hair and make-up artist

and she has kit in tow, in a nice rolling bag. She means business! Beauty business!)

KARLENE: Did someone say, “beautify?”

HUGO: OH My GOD! This is très cliché!!! … But I love it anyway. J'aime ce tellement!

KARLENE: Hugo, speak American around us, I don’t know what you’re saying.

JANINE: Karlene, sweetie, take her to the bathroom and get her started! I’ll start searchingthrough the closet for something decent for her to wear. Hugo, you pour the wine! And.

Break!

(This next moment is quite comical. Running about to their perspective places. KARLENE

starts dragging NORA to the bathroom. She involuntarily goes. HUGO crosses, carefully to the

open kitchen US. He uses his cane to feel the way. He starts searching for and getting wine glasses. JANINE has already booked it to the bedroom closet. She was the first to her position.

As NORA is struggling by…)

NORA: Pour me a huge glass of Port, s'il vous plaît! On the double, garçon! If I do this, I DO

THIS!

HUGO: And you do it RIGHT, ma chérie! (He pours a huge glass of Port.)





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HUGO: (sotto) Knew it.

KARLENE: Oh, look at that hair! You really need to wear it this way more often. You have

such pretty eyes! Flaunt them! Now lets make them pop. We’ll use some of my MAC tonight.

I really am so happy for you! When I wasn’t getting replies to my texts I was like… Omy

gawd! What has happened to her? Is she out of town? Dead? – (A solitary “HA!” from HUGOand JANINE.) – or… something? I don’t know. I’m just happy you’re safe, sound, and ready

to go back at it again!

NORA: Thanks, Karl. The hair looks stunning.

KARLENE: (Naïve) Was that sarcasm?

HUGO: You know… It’s 8:30 now… when are we heading to the pub?

JANINE: Oh? Whoops 8:30. (Brings dress into the bathroom.) We’re almost ready. Your

dress is ready, sexy! Put it on!

KARLENE: Janine! I’m not done with her eyes!

JANINE: That’s enough. We don’t want her to look like a drag queen.

NORA: Thanks.

KARLENE: Done! (Beat.) Look at that! Put on the dress.

NORA: Fine… and shoes?

KARLENE: Oh! I just got these today from Bloomingdales. They are cute aren’t they? Prada!Only $400! I had to wear them out tonight. Don’t they Make my legs look hot!

JANINE: Her shoes, Karl, not yours! Wait a minute. (She dashes to the bedroom. Beat)

HUGO: I really should have let you guys do the talking, and had you text me when she was

ready. I want to go! You girls are taking forever!

KARLENE: Calm down, Hugo. Your one of the girls, and you know it!

HUGO: God! I am NOT! If I become one, euthanize me. I’d pay you to.

KARLENE: What’s euthanize?

HUGO: (sotto) Americans need to learn their own language.

JANINE: Aha! These will do! (She dashes to the bathroom with shoes.) Stunning honey put

these on.



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HUGO: Hurry, ladies! I’m slooowly sinking into this very comfy chair. If we don’t leave now,I’ll be the new “Nora,” and you’ll have to talk me into going out with you.

(They all file out of the bathroom, NORA has transformed completely. She’s beautiful. And in

this moment of elegance.)

NORA: Oh crap… (An extreme wave of embarrassment has suddenly struck NORA.)

JANINE, HUGO, & KARLENE: What???!!!

NORA: Um… I have an embarrassing situation…

JANINE: What!?

NORA: My underwear. (Everyone slowly realizes.)

JANINE: Oh honey. Don’t tell me. You’ve been wearing the same–

NORA: Yes! Don’t even finish that sentence I’ll be right back. (She runs to her room.)

JANINE: I think it’s time for us to suggest a therapist.

KARLENE: I don’t get it. What about her underwear???

JANINE: This whole suicidal thing has affected her greatly.

KARLENE: Yeah. It’s like… worse than I thought. I just thought we’d find her depressionshopping. (They shoot her a look of confusion.) Online depression shopping? Don’t you everdo that when you got a case of depressions?

JANINE: Sweetie. Online shopping isn’t going to help in Nora’s case. We need to seek some

professionals to help that sad, little lady.

HUGO: What? Our amateur treatment isn’t enough? Tough love isn’t gonna cut it?

KARLENE: I guess I agree with you Janine. Look at all the Ben and Jerry cartons. That’s asign of desperation right there!

HUGO: Where’d you get that? The back of a cereal box? (Nora walks out. And she is more

confident. She struts out the door with…)

NORA: Sorry, Let’s go!

(She has left the group in her dust. Dumbfounded.)

HUGO: Who knew? All she needed was new underwear! We should just take her to

Victoria’s Secret. (The girls leave him in his bad joke.) What? Victoria’s secret is she’s really atherapist!



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BLACKOUT

Scene 2: “Same Shoes”

(Lights up. The psychiatric clinic of DR. SELZNICK A woman in her 50’s. Dressed warmly. Sheis reading over some notes. She is currently writing a few. Peering through her reading glasses

at the paper, and over them at NORA. A story has been in progress.)

DR. SELZNICK: That was quite the night out.

NORA: It was a great evening until … that unfortunate turn of events happened.

DR. SELZNICK: Well now I know the reason why you have sought therapy.

NORA: It was recommended.

DR. SELZNICK: Oh. It was?

NORA: You don’t even know the half of it.

DR. SELZNICK: I soon hope to. As I told you in the doctor-patient confidentiality

agreement, what is said in here stays in here. Unless you confess to a murder, or any kind of

crime… Those are legal issues, which I’m obligated to coincide with. But! I want you to feel

comfortable telling me everything.

NORA: I told you about my night. That is as close to everything there is.

(Beat.)

DR. SELZNICK: What it sounds like you experienced last night was an episode of mania. It

is a common symptom of bipolar depressive disorder.

NORA: Is there treatment? I didn’t think it’s was that serious? I was joking when I said I

was crazy. But then that must have been a sign, because I am crazy.

DR. SELZNICK: Well I don’t use the term crazy… it is so negative and hopeless sounding.

NORA: So… I have a … “disorder?”

DR. SELZNICK: Yes. That sounds better, because things in “disorder” can be put back “inorder.” Disorder. It’s a lot better. (Beat.)

NORA: Bipolar depressive disorder. It has a nice ring to it. But… Is it treatable? Will I get

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DR. SELZNICK: It is what is. Who can say? There is a way for people to cope. You have to

explore for yourself. You have to stick through it.

NORA: Well, that’s at least a little hopeful…

(Beat.)

DR. SELZNICK: You know what …

NORA: What?

DR. SELZNICK: I think you will be okay. You can get through this.

NORA: You think so?

DR. SELZNICK: Yes. Well first you need to be put on some Prozac to cover those suicidal

thoughts. But that’s as much as a pill can do.

NORA: (No emotion.) Pills. Yay.

DR. SELZNICK: Don’t sound too excited, but I get where you are coming from. I find itfunny subscribing pills. I don’t like too. I don’t really believe t he real healing can be done

with pills.

NORA: That sounds off, a doctor who doesn’t like to subscribe pills.

DR. SELZNICK: I wouldn’t say “doesn’t like.” They cover some of the problem. They are

useful. But you must understand that pills control only the balance of chemicals… the realproblem is deeper. It’s in the soul.

NORA: Soul. So you’re spiritual or religious?

DR. SELZNICK: I don’t believe you have to say so to believe in the soul. Why do I have to

be? Your soul is something more than chemicals reacting in the brain. Anything can be that

simple. But we are humans, beautifully designed to be and do more than something you can

recreate by a man-made means. You can’t fix the soul with pills. Your healing requires

something you have to discover yourself.

NORA: Discover? Am I on my way to the mountains of Tibet to meet some wise old monk?

DR. SELZNICK: It’s kind of like you’re a knight on a quest.

NORA: A knight? As long as I don’t have to fight any dragons.

DR. SELZNICK: I regret to inform you… you will face many dragons. But bare in mind you

wont face them alone.



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NORA: (Slightly mocking) The force is with me???

DR. SELZNICK: I am. And… I would like to suggest you try out our “Same Shoes” program.It is free and completely patient run. We set you up with a patient who has gone through

the same issues, has the same disorder, and has coped successfully. They will sort of act asyour mentor, and they keep you accountable. How does that sound?

NORA: Couldn’t hurt.

DR. SELZNICK: I would like to pair you up with Candice Fredrickson.

NORA: Who?

DR. SELZNICK: Candice Frederickson.

NORA: Oh. How interesting…

DR. SELZNICK: Interesting?

NORA: That’s actually my neighbor.

DR. SELZNICK: What a coincidence?

DR. SELZNICK: Maybe… in a darkly, ironic way… it was destiny?

NORA: Wouldn’t doubt it. Last night was practically written in the stars.

DR. SELZNICK:

DR. SELZNICK: Our hour is over, but she is great. She has gone through the same thing,

NORA: (Has her doubts.) Really?

DR. SELZNICK: Yep. She has. And now she is one of the most mentally strong woman I have

ever met.

NORA: Well, good to hear it. Will you accept a check for payment?

DR. SELZNICK: Oh no worries. Your session was already covered.

NORA: (Surprised.) Oh? By who?

DR. SELZNICK: He didn’t say his name. He came in to pay just moments before you arrived.



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NORA: (Surprised even more.) But that’s impossible. I didn’t tell anyone about my decisionto do this. I just decided on the train over here to go through with it…

DR. SELZNICK: (Pondering and holing in his smile.) Huh… destiny. Destiny indeed.

NORA: You’re not imagining things?

DR. SELZNICK: I’m not. (What does that mean?)

NORA: Well, if you see who ever it is tell them “thank you” for me.

DR. SELZNICK: I will. Here is your prescription and Candice’s number. Call her soon.(Handing her two pieces of paper. One is a business card, the other a prescription.) … Orknock on her door, I guess. Haha.

(Beat. NORA is looking at the business card.)

NORA: Destiny.

DR. SELZNICK: Destiny.

END SCENE

Scene 3: “Side Effect’s Include…”

(The scene opens on the group of friends at a busy café. JANINE, HUGO, and KARLENE arecourteously seated around NORA. NORA is sitting, looking at a prescription bag for her

Prozac. The café is busy, yes, but the only scene we see is the one of the friends. With the

exception of the GRUMPY BARISTA. She passes by occasionally bringing drinks to the group,

and other off-stage tables. The discussion has been brewing. )

JANINE: She told you to get advice from the cat lady? (To the barista.) Thanks.

HUGO: That is strange. Is it some sort of pet therapy? Actually, just say yes and leave it at

that. We don’t want you any more crazier than you are. (To the barista who has given him

his drink as well.) Merci! (The barista exits.)

NORA: No. I’m not crazy. I have a “disorder” C’mon, guys. Candice and I are interesting

books. I’m sure of it. You can’t judge us by our cover. I trust the doctor’s advice. She mustknow what she is doing. She’s a doctor.

KARLENE: So! You can’t just believe anyone who’s a doctor? (Whispering to NORA) I did

that once and I still had the Crabs… for a week. (The others gag a bit.) But then again… I

would have never gone to that clinic. And then I would have never met Michael who was



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also at that clinic. I would be miserable and single if it wasn’t for that mishap. But then… Iguess that was a bad example. I guess it is actually okay advice, Nora. Take the doctor’sadvice if you want... it could be destiny speaking to you. Destiny is tricky like that. You

know? You can never tell when things are destined or not. Am I right?

NORA: (to herself.) Destiny…

KARLENE: Huh?

HUGO: Did you get any pills out of the deal?

NORA: Yup (Holds up her prescription bag. She starts to open it.) I got me some Prozac. It’stime to take it. I need to see how it affects me. (Takes the bottle out.) One of the symptoms

of the disorder is hallucinations. Which… I think I have already started. That night I thought

I saw… well… someone I hadn’t seen in a while. He was there at the pub. I think it’s whatsent me into the mania attack. He reminded me of something, something I had for gotten

about… (Beat. She is thinking of it. Change.) It can’t be. It couldn’t have been him. So… I’mfine now.

JANINE: Speaking of last night. The guy I talked to you about was there again. I didn’t invitehim. It was weird. It’s like he knew.

HUGO: JANINE! That is why you don’t try to set up our friends with complete strangers.He’s probably a stalker. He could be here now, waiting to attack.

JANINE: He was a nice guy!

HUGO: So are most serial killers.

NORA: Settle down you guys! Relax! I’m not ever going to meet him, so don’t worry. (She

starts to take the plastic instructions off of the bottle)

HUGO: Should you be taking them while you’re in public? (He takes the pill bottle. Starts

reading the back of it.)

JANINE: We just got her out of her apartment, Hugo. We will take the risks. What is the

worst that could possibly happen?

HUGO: (Reading the back of the bottle.) Well… “Insomnia…”

NORA: I already have that.

HUGO: “Nausea, tension headaches” Ooh!

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HUGO: Well… hallucinations from the disorder or the pill, they still aren’t the worst of it.

Just wait, here’s the real kicker. “Low sex drive.” Well this will ruin your plans to slut it up

all over town.

NORA: Hugo, please! As if I have a sex life at all… (HUGO shrugs. The GRUMPY BARISTA

enters. The barista gives KARLENE her drink.)

KARLENE: Oh honey, you can always take this little blue pill that Michael takes. It works

for him whenever he… (whispers) has a little trouble “performing.” (Normal) No problems

that we can’t fix so far! So cheer up! Think of the hallucinations as built-in cable for your

brain! See! That’s a positive outlook! It will be like you have your own TV show. That

sounds fun, doesn’t it? Not so bad when you put it that way? Nothing we can’t handle so far!Hallucinations? No problem. Low-sex drive? No problem–

HUGO: Bad advice? No problem…

(The GRUMPY BARISTA, who has been listening and judging the conversation, is growingimpatient waiting for NORA to order, but NORA has gone into a daze.)

GRUMPY BARISTA: Ma’am?... Your order?

JANINE: Sorry. She’s a little… never mind. Come back in a bit. Thank you. (The barista starts

to exit.)

HUGO: But wait! (The barista stops.) There’s more “f atigue,” “memory loss.” (The GRUMPY

BARISTA realizes it wasn’t to her and leaves in a huff .)

NORA: I won’t be able to remember any of these side effects… or anything else for thatmatter.

HUGO: Hey! “Moderate to severe weight loss!!!” Woohoo!

NORA: All right! I guess the grass IS always greener…

HUGO: And, of course the final side effect is “death…” (Hands the bottle back.) Ready to take

them now?

NORA: The irony of anti-depression pills possibly killing you… Did anybody get the barista?

I need to order drink to take this with. Where did the barista go?

HUGO: Get her a drink, tout suite!

KARLENE: I’ll flag the barista down. (She starts to raise her hand.) Oh, she’s already coming!



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(The GRUMPY BARISTA enters and she is carrying one drink. She goes up to their table and

she places the drink down before they can say anything. They all start giving her looks of

confusions. She senses it. She’s a bit aggravated.)

GRUMPY BARISTA: What? (Indicating the drink is NORA’s.) Here’s your drink. Enjoy.

NORA: What? Excuse me, miss. I never ordered.

GRUMPY BARISTA: I know you didn’t. This guy at the bar ordered it for you. Said it was onhim. Triple shot Caramel Macchiato with soy. Enjoy.

NORA: But… I never… This is real life right? I’m not dreaming? This is reality?

HUGO: (Poking her with his cane.) Nope. You’re awake. This is real.

NORA: But I don’t know anyone at the bar… except. But he was not… This is all too

confusing. Am I hallucinating this or not

JANINE: Honey, we just told you this is real.

GRUMPY BARISTA: Ma’am please take your drink. (She doesn’t.)

NORA: Who bought it for me? It doesn’t make sense.

JANINE: So what? A stranger bought you coffee. What’s the big deal? You aren’t imagining

it. Just take your drink and take your pills. Everything is fine.

GRUMPY BARISTA: Take your drink, lady. (NORA does. Beat as the barista leavesmumbling.)

KARLENE: SO! Which guy do you think it is? (Looking to the bar.) Do you know any of

those guys? The guy on the end is cute, the one with the navy suit and the purple tie. Oh

crew cut with the dimples is stunning. Oh… I hope it’s not the old guy on the end, that

would be creepy. There’s just too many of them. Lots of cuties, Nora. Maybe you can bounce

back from last night! You know. Forget about your episode. You can go pick up one of those

guys! Who do you think bought you it? You think he’d be watching for your reaction.

(They all are looking now. A beat.)

NORA: I can’t tell. There was a guy there before… he looked familiar … but he’s… I shouldtake my pills (Beat. They turn back to her. Her mood curbs as she takes her pills. They taste

bad.) Oh God! These pills taste terrible! (She swigs her coffee.) But as I was saying… no, Idon’t think I know any of them. And how strange… He’ knew my favorite drink.

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HUGO: That’s true. Perfectly self -explanatory. Your sure don’t recognize any of them?

NORA: I though I did, but… just drop it. It’s silly. It’s… (Beat as she trails of into her

thoughts.)

JANINE: “It’s” what, honey?

NORA: It’s… It’s– (She stops in cold horror. She sees someone just off the bar.) Jonathon! (The

others look. The share in her shock.)

HUGO: My God! Where did he come from?

JANINE: The bathroom maybe?

KARLENE: He is sitting at the bar. Could it have been him?

NORA: I don’t think he- HE’S looking at us! He sees me!

KARLENE: I think we should go now. Leave them alone.

JANINE: Karlene, for once in your life, I can’t believe I’m saying this, you’re right. Lets go,everybody!

NORA: No, you can’t leave me! I am not ready for confrontation yet!

HUGO: In order to “grasp” what you should do. You need to get a “grip.” You can “handle”him face to face.

NORA: But I just got out of my apartment. It’s too soon.

JANINE: Time to take off your floaties and dive into the deep-end of life.

KARLENE: Stop whining. You’re like Michael whenever I won’t put out for him.

NORA: Enough! Stop it with all the puns, metaphors, and analogies! You three can go ahead

and leave. I understand how much of a hell my life is without the literary devices. I would

know! My writing sucks. Literature has screwed me over quite enough already!

(A silence as the group doesn’t know how to respond. Then…)

KARLENE: What’s an analogy? … is that sexual? Is it dirty?

JANINE: (To KARLENE.) C’mon, sweetie. Hugo, let’s go! Here’s our money for the barista. Mytreat. They can keep the change. (She lays down money.) Remember honey. We love you.

Call if you need us. (She hugs NORA.)



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HUGO: We are available 24/7 for whatever you may need. Provided it’s reasonable. Nosexual favors… sorry. (He hugs NORA. He exchanges bisous with her.) I hope those pills don’tmake you even crazier.

NORA: (Not amused) Thanks…

KARLENE: Kisses! (They bisou too.) I’m sure things will be just fine! (Whispering) But if you

ever need a little “help” my boyfriend has, like, a hundred of those little blue pills. You willbe a sexy freak in the sack. (Normal) You know what I mean!? Love you!!! (She hugs NORA.)

Buh-bye!

NORA: Bye.

JANINE & HUGO: Good bye.

NORA: Bye.

(The trio exits. Beat. Sipping her coffee in an agitated manner, NORA’s mood shifts to the perky “girl in love” that we witnessed in the first scene. She is making eye contact with an off-

stage JONATHON. She waves back to him. The GRUMPY BARISTA enters. To get the bill.)

GRUMPY BARISTA: Where did they go? Are you paying?

NORA: (Ignoring that.) You know that man at the bar in the grey suit. He’s casually lookingat me…

GRUMPY BARISTA: Oh yeah. Of course, which one out of the dozen of grey suited men is

he, ma’am?

NORA: (Dreamy state.) The really cute one…

GRUMPY BARISTA: The really cute one? (Mockingly.) Why didn’t you say so! You need to

be more specific, ma’am.

NORA: The one who is putting away his laptop right now. Him?

GRUMPY BARISTA: Yeah… what about him? Are you going to pay?

NORA: Was he the one who bought me my drink?

GRUMPY BARISTA: No. It was the guy… (Looking for the guy. Confused.) Huh. He isn’t thereanymore. Weird, he was just there. Must have left. Anyway, payment please? Your bill is 22

dollars and 84 cents.

NORA: If it wasn’t him then who—Oh sorry, here! (Hand’s the barista JANINE’s money)

GRUMPY BARISTA: This is a fifty, ma’am.



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(NORA see’s to her horror JONATHON is approaching.)

NORA: Crap! He’s coming over here!

GRUMPY BARISTA: Huh?

NORA: Keep the change! That will be all! Thank you!

GRUMPY BARISTA: Wow. Thanks!

(For the first time the GRUMPY BARISTA smiles, and then starts to exit, counting the money.

JONATHON passes the barista as he enters. And he stops the barista and gives her money and

takes back the money she already had. The barista exits confused and grumpy again.)

JONATHON: Hey! (Handing NORA the money he took.) Here take this. I covered it. You

shouldn’t have to pay for all of them, not when you’re struggling at your job.

NORA: Oh, thanks, but I didn’t… It’s whatever. That’s so sweet of you.

JONATHON: It’s nothing. I am so happy our paths crossed today. It was almost like it was…Destined!

NORA: Destiny, you have no clue. I have had an odd day.

JONATHON: Care to unload? I’m all ears. I don’t have to be back at the office until 3pm. Igot plenty of time to chat.

NORA: You really want to know?

JONATHON: I have been a little worried, I would love to know anything you’re willing totell me. I know something serious is going on. You seem different than you have been for

the last few weeks. We haven’t had a date in a long time? Have you lost interest? Or…?

NORA: No! It’s not that. It’s quite a long story.

JONATHON: I’m here to listen. What’s been going on?

NORA: Well, if you want the story, in all honesty…

JONATHON: No judgment. Let it all out.

NORA: This stress with… (Catching herself mid-thought.) -- my job is driving crazy. Anxiety

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JONATHON: Oh. I had no clue. Sorry to hear that. I can only imagine what you’re goingthrough. But that’s good though. I’m glad you got some help. I hoped everything was well.

NORA: Just took these ratchet pills. They should help a bit... at least that’s what they say.Can’t imagine how. I thought joy and happiness have to come from the soul. I guess now

they can come from a pill… who knew? The pills tastes awful. Or maybe it was the coffee. Ihope this medicine doesn’t screw me over.

JONATHON: Well my offer still stands. I am still here for you. (Just then his phone rings. He

politely dismisses conversation to take it. NORA slowly has a moment to herself she is fully

engaged in the phone conversation.) Sorry. It’s my daughter. I have to take it. She is homesick with the nanny and I can’t stop worrying about her. (To the phone voice. Some lines are

taken to both NORA and ELLA, the daughter.) Hello?... Hey Ella … You sound worse… Slowdown… You shouldn’t be talking… You don’t like your medicine? … Why did she say that? …Well your not suppose to be doing that. Your sick… You can go out in the snow when you’rebetter… Yes. We will make a snowman… YES! We WILL go ice-skating at Rockefeller

Center… Yes, yes, I know. You should be sleeping, not asking me questions… I will be homein a bit. I’m cancelling my other appointments… YES! I will bring you egg-drop soup. Now,

be a good girl and do what Nanny Kristine says… And thank her for everything… See you ina bit. Daddy loves you… No, I love you more… Yes, hugs and kisses. Goodbye. (He hangs up.)

NORA: What does she have?

JONATHON: Strep. Not fun for a 12-year-old. She’s missing the Girl Scout campout this

weekend. Which is the worse thing in the world with her mind. She doesn’t want to takeher meds.

NORA: I’m on her side. My meds suck too. But maybe they will help? Who knows? So she’s agirl scout?

JONATHON: Yes! She’s a Cadette. She’s not the happiest Girl Scout right now. She was

hoping to complete her trailblazing badge this weekend

NORA: Oh, I remember all that. I used to be a girl scout when I was here age! I remember

getting so competitive to get all the bagdes so that I could go home and show my… — (She

is) My! I have gotten a little carried So you will be taking care of her for a while, huh?

JONATHON: No worries. It’s cute (The two share a smile) But yeah I will be watching her

form now all weekend. But I can spend a night with you? My date offer still stands.

NORA: No you… you should really stay in with your daughter.

JONATHON: You can come over. I will attempt a gourmet meal and we can Red Box a

movie. I will get out the bottle of Cabernet that I have been saving for the occasion… soundgood? Any night. You name it.



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NORA: I… I shou- I would love to. When?

JONATHON: I can only do tomorrow night.

NORA: Well… my work hasn’t called me, so I think we are good.

JONATHON: Great! I’m looking forward to it. I will see you then. Don’t be a stranger. Callme soon! I am here for you. (They hug. And he begins to exit.) I have to get some soup for my

other gal. Goodbye!

NORA: Goodbye! (He exits. Beat. Happiness sinks into NORA’s face. She is on her way up. The

phone in her purse starts to ring. She sees the ID. She gets a little nervous. She answers.)

Hello…? … Hello Mr. Keats… Yes. I am aware that we are behind. I have my writers workingon it right now… They need the story board when? … But that’s in 2 days! … No sir, pleasedon’t be angry… I’ll get right on it… You want us all there? … I can’t be there tomorrownight… Fired? … But sir!– ... Yes, I know that we are failing… I’m trying my best… I can’t – …

But I can’t– We can only present it tomorrow night? … I have– … No! I will get this done.Don’t put my job on the line, please, I- I- (Her next answer kills her inside.) I will be there

tomorrow night.

BLACKOUT

Scene 4: “Same Shoes… Different ‘Souls’…”

(Lights up back in NORA’s apartment. She opens the door and stumbles in. It is early morning.

She has just returned from her all-night meeting with her job where they prepared for the big presentation. The time is about 9AM. She is exhausted. She puts down her bag she gazes at the

place in it’s mess from her slump she has been in. She sighs and reluctantly gets her phone out.

She closes the door. But in her focus on her phone she doesn’t completely close it. She opens

her voice mail and puts it on speaker phone, placing it on the counter. While she gets out a

frozen dinner and puts it in the microwave, the first message plays. It’s KARLENE drunk at a

nightclub from last night. There is a rocking clashing sound of a terrible live band in the

background. With the added element of cheers and a muffled voice from KARLENE’s

boyfriend, Michael. While the course of the voicemails occur, NORA eventually makes the

dinner and eats it with a glass of wine she eventually pours herself. She listens and she reacts)

KARLENE: (V.O.) HEY GIRL! I am really drunk right now! THIRSTY THURSDAAAAY!!!!Woooooo. Omy god! I hope you are having fun! I am missing you… You’re not here! Iwanted you to be here. I am so drUUUUUNNK!!! I’m calling bec– Stop it, Michael! I am

talking – I’m on the phone! OH! NORA! I am calling you! Yes, Because… I called you because…One thing is, I just gave my number to a girl! I gave it to a girl! Does that make me a

lesbian now!? I have a boyfriend though! Am I bi??? What- What- what else was I going to

say. Oh yes! The second thing… it is… what is was it?... Oh! Michael is here! He has those

pills if you want them. I have them in my purse! I feel like- Like I’m a dealer! HAHAHA!! - Oh



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wait… those are not THEM! Uh oh. Sorry there actually my “no baby” pill- pillsszzz…

whoops! DRUUUUUNK! Please let me know if you need thinga- anything else! OH! Everyone

say hi to NORA!

EVERYONE: (V.O. Ad lib.) Hiiiiiii!!! Heeeeeeeey!!!! Wooooooo! (etc.)

KARLENE: Okaybye!

(Click! The next message starts. It’s JANINE in the washroom of the pub. She has interesting

news.)

JANINE: (V.O.) Hey honey! Just checking in with you. Wish you were here! I hope everything

is going okay in the meeting. Call me if you get a break. You’ll never believe what awesome

thing just happened– (Toilet flushes.) Sorry… I’m in the bathroom because the live band is

really loud, and really awful. But the awesome thing is the guy was here again!!! He started

chatting with me! It’s like it was destiny that I keep seeing him again! Weird! He really

want’s to meet you! I- now don’t be mad- but I gave him your number! He is not a stalker! Ipromise that he is a good guy! If you aren’t working out with Jonathon, just try him! How

did your chat at the café go? Are you and Jonathon still a thing? What ’s going on there? Call

me as soon as you can. (The door of the bathroom bursts open with a drunken “THAT

BASTARD!! !”) I got to go, Karlene is in bad shape. Michael is dancing with another girl.

Drama never ends in our little group. Love ya, bye!

(Click! The end. The “ Jonathon” talk has set off NORA to tearing-up. She eventually cries more

and more out of fatigue and miserableness. There is a knock at the door. It slowly creaks open

to reveal an eccentrically dressed woman in her mid 40’s. It is CANDICE. The next door

neighbor. She is not looking into the apartment out of courtesy and caution. We still see her

though, with the way the set is positioned.)

CANDICE: Hello??? Nora? Are you there? Is anyone here. If there is an intruder in here I

know jiu jitsu!

NORA: Who- Who’s there?

CANDICE: Don’t worry. It’s just me, Candice Frederickson. Your neighbor? We have met a

few times? We have our “Same Shoes” meeting this morning, remember? 9am is what you

said on the phone? Is it okay for me to come in?

NORA: I… Didn’t expect you. But… Yes. Come in. (CANDICE enters.) We talked on the phone?

CANDICE: Yes. Well your personal assistant did… But I can reschedule if -

NORA: Personal assistant?

CANDICE: Yes. He called yesterday.

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CANDICE: Huh… Are you sure?

NORA: Not that I know of…

CANDICE: Well t hat’s strange! Really strange. I got a call from the doctor, and then right

after that I got one from a personal assistant who said he worked for you.

NORA: That’s odd. I don’t have a personal assistant.

CANDICE: That’s no matter, if you weren’t expecting me I can leave. No pain to me. I justlive across the hall, so I’m very accessible. How crazy was that coincidence! I can’t believethis worked out the way it did. I never would have guessed– (Seeing the puffy eyes tears)

Have you been crying?

NORA: Huh?

CANDICE: Your eyes are a bit red. Are you ok? What’s wrong? Is there something wrong!?

You gave me such a fright when I saw that the door had been left open. Cracked open doorsscare me. It’s part of my paranoia issue, but I’ve gotten that under control. I learned jiu jitsu

and now I feel safe in any situation, but OMY GOD! Here I am rambling and here you are

crying. Forgive my insensitivity.

NORA: You’re fine. I’m just… getting over things. Overwhelming night and all…

CANDICE: Well it’s up to you… Are we still on for today’s meeting? Is everything alright?

NORA: Yes. Yes that’s fine.

CANDICE: And everything is alright… Yes?

(Beat.)

NORA: No… honestly everything is not alright.

CANDICE: Ok then, I’ll consider the meeting started. Is that breakfast? (CANCICE chuckles at

the odd sight of NORA eating her frozen dinner and glass of wine.)

NORA: Haha, yeah, I guess. I just pulled an all nighter last night to finish my presentation. It

was pretty rough. The presentation is tonight and my job is on the line.

CANDICE: If we need to reschedule, we can. If you need sleep, you should sleep instead.

NORA: Don’t worry about that. I can take a nap this afternoon. It ’s just… I rather not be

alone right now.

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NORA: Sounds great. Would you like some wine?

CANDICE: Of course! Wine: The breakfast of champions. (After NORA pours the glass. They

head over to the couch and sit down.)

CANDICE: So… Here we go. To start, I like to list off what I call “the positives.” “Thepositives” are everything that has happened this week that are… you know… positive. Lik e,

all of the good things that are happening in your life. What are your “positives?”

NORA: Well… I don’t know what to say…

CANDICE: Anything at work? You had a good hair day? You saw something funny happen?

Anything…

NORA: Well… I got the stuff done for my presentation tonight?

CANDICE: That’s a st art! Keep going!

NORA: And I have gotten help for this disorder…

CANDICE: There you go! Looking at it in a good way! What else?

NORA: Well… no it’s, it’s crazy… I don’t know if I should tell…

CANDICE: It’s up to you. I’m not one to judge.

NORA: Well ok. So there is this mystery guy who has been interested in me. My friend

Janine keeps talking about. It’s somewhat flattering. They are trying to set me up.

CANDICE: Oooh! Mystery guy!? That sounds fun! These are great “positives.”

NORA: Come to think of it… another mystery guy bought me coffee the other day.

CANDICE: The same one?

NORA: You know I don’t know! I never thought about it until now, but another mystery guypaid for my session with the therapist the other day too!

CANDICE: Yay! Look at you! Drippin’ with mystery men! What a coincidence! Are they allconnected you think?

NORA: The same guy you mean?

CANDICE: Yeah!

NORA: Huh...



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CANDICE: Could be?

NORA: I don’t know. That sounds too good to be true. Then this whole personal assistant

thing just now…

CANDICE: WOW! No way! That can’t be the same guy… Could it!? OMY God! I highly doubtit though. But it does sound like someone is watching out for you. Either one guy who is

watching over you or multiple who are just utterly infatuated.

NORA: There can’t be a guy out there who is that interested in me! Look at me!

CANDICE: I am! And you look good! I’d kill to have a body like yours.

NORA: Really?

CANDICE: Do you have to ask?

NORA: You really think that there is a mystery guy out there that has his eyes set on me?

CANDICE: Yeah. There really could be. Then it would almost be like it was something like…a fairytale or… fate or… destiny or–

NORA: Destiny.

CANDICE: Yes. Destiny is a good way to describe it. Written in the stars.

NORA: There’s that word again. Destiny.

CANDICE: What about it?

NORA: Well, it’s just that…(Lost in thought.) It’s nothing. What were we talking about ?

CANDICE: The mystery guy! Are you going to meet him? I hope you do. That would be so

romantic! It would be like a real life chick-flick! Leo gets Kate! Julia Roberts get Hugh Grant!

Oh my god! The mystery is killing me! It could be anyone! It- It could be anyone in the

world!!! It could even be Hugh Grant! What if it’s Hugh Grant! Oh god! I hope its HughGrant! How great would that be!? (Beat.) Sorry… I got a little carried away, forgive me. Anyother positives?

NORA: Um… No. None I can think of .

CANDICE: Ok! Great! That’s some great positives. You’re off to a good start. Now for my“positives” My first one… I think it’s the only one… Lemme think… Yeah. It’s the only one.SO! My first and only “positive” is that I have found such a sweet boy. He’s so charming. Ihave really lucked out. The other guys I have found were so scared and skittish at first.

They always ended up running away or hiding from me. But not this one. This one is a real

keeper. Sometimes, he sleeps with me. He gets really close. His body pressed to mine. I love

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really gets him going. He always cleans up after himself too! Never a mess. He gives

wonderful massages. And when I hear his precious voice saying “hello.” I know everythingis going to be all right.

NORA: I wish I had a guy like that. My relationship right now is… quite complicated. (Beat.)

So… he sounds like a pretty great boyfriend.

CANDICE: Oh he’s not my boyfriend.

NORA: What?

CANDICE: He’s my new cat.

NORA: Oh. (She quickly sips her coffee.)

CANDICE: But you’re right a boyfriend would be nice.

NORA: It would be nice.

(Beat.)

CANDICE: Look at us! A couple of gals having a great time. This is a great first meeting so

far. Who needs boyfriend! We are having a wonderful time without them, just the two of us.

We are having a great morning, a great meeting, and no men needed!

NORA: You have a point.

CANDICE: I do! Don’t I? That’s for damn sure!

NORA: I was crying about a guy when you came in. And look at me now! I’m smiling a bitmore.

CANDICE: And that’s great! But it’s okay. Just forget about him for a while. Take it from me.

I have been married twice and I know that for a fact. You can get by just fine without them.

“Who needs men!” It’s my mantra. (She downs the last of the wine in her glass… which is

quite a lot and slams it down on the coffee table like she just took a shot.) You got any beer?

NORA: Umm… I do, actually. In the fridge. Bottom drawer. Help yourself to as much as you

want. I bought it for a party last month. But I never have anyone over, and I never drink it … so have as much as you want.

CANDICE: I will drink indeed. I love starting off my day with a beer! … or three!

NORA: You said you have been married before?



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CANDICE: Yup. Yes ma’am! Reginald & Augustine… (She is at the fridge and she pulls out the

whole six pack. Brings is back and sets the pack on the coffee table.)

NORA: Those… those are men right? Not cats?

CANDICE: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA – Their both. (She pops the beer cap off with theedge of the coffee table to NORA’s shock.) Sorry. Heheh.

NORA: So what do you mean by both? (Sips coffee quickly out of awkward, again.)

CANDICE: What I mean is, they are cats that I named after my two ex-husbands.

NORA: Oh. I see. That- That doesn’t bother you at all.

CANDICE: Not really. They are low maintenance and I got to chop their balls off…something I only wish I could’ve done to the real ones.

NORA: Point proven. (Awkward beat.) So, three cats? (CANDICE nods) I suppose it’s not thatbad. What is the third’s name?

CANDICE: (A little sad.) Thomas.

NORA: Oh? Another husband.

CANDICE: (A little more solemn.) No actually my… father.

NORA: Oh? Is everything ok? You seem sadder.

CANDICE: Well. It’s just a sad story. It’s partially why I had trouble with those husbands.

NORA: Oh No.

CANDICE: I have coped with it though. When I was – Oh. Oh, maybe I shouldn’t tell thisstory with you being in your state. I don’t want to bring you down. Dr. Selznick has reallyhelped me through it. It’s good for me to tell it, but like I said, not in the state you’re in now.

NORA: I don’t mind. If it’s good for you I can handle it. I feel much better now.

CANDICE: That’s great! Well prepare yourself. It’s- It’s quite a downer.

NORA: Don’t. Get it out. I want to listen.

CANDICE: Well. When I was young. I- Well- I didn’t have the most normal childhood.

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CANDICE: My father was very distant. He decided one day he didn’t want to be my father.And left.

NORA: Interesting.

CANDICE: Huh?

NORA: It’s just. Nothing. Go on. (It’s not “Nothing.”)

CANDICE: Oh… Ok then. (Growing more somber.) My father screwed me over. I could never

trust my father. He was always leaving me and my mom to go on these long trips that he

claimed were for “business,” but… but the only business he had was with his many lovers inAtlantic city. I was nine and I remember he took me to one of the casinos. I thought it was a

carnival or something. He sat me down at the roulette table ad as I was hypnotized by the

spinning wheel. He’d be spending all our money away and making passes at all the blondes

who would sit next to us. I really haven’t trusted many men all of my life since. Yet I went

out into the world, and I found my first husband in my last years of college. Reginald. Hewas from a rich family, handsome, and charming. He swept me off my feet. But, money

made him the target of all the other gals. Eventually he left me for a gold-digging bimbo

named, Elizabella… What a dumbass name, am I right? Elizabella… perfect name for adumbass ho! Sorry, anyway, soon after him I met Augustine, husband number two. I met

him right after I moved to the city. He was more charming then Reginald. But he had one

little problem. He was gay. Took us five years to find that out. Five years too long! Now he’shappily coupled with his hot Puerto Rican boy toy… but no resentment here… We will see

how long that lasts. But I assure you, my life hasn’t always been bad news. I had a cat as a

child. He was the best. He got me through the rough parts of my life when I was a kid. I

guess that’s why I take to them so much. Cats help you get through a lot of things. But

eventually I learned to open up my life people can help too. If they are kind. Dr. Selznickhelped me. Now look at me! Here I am helping you! This is great! (Beat. Gauging NORA’s

reaction.) Oh … was that too much for me to unload? That was a lot of personal stuff I just

opened up.

NORA: No! Don’t feel bad. It’s okay. You have had quite a life. I actually am amazed you

have made it through all that and that you have over come your disorder.

CANDICE: Yeah. It’s been tough, but helping others like me has been quite fulfilling. Believe

me. Nothing warms the human soul like lighting the fire for another one. (Beat. NORA smiles

and grabs her memo pad and jots something down.) What are you writing?

NORA: “Nothing warms… the human soul… like lighting the fire… for another one…” I likeit.

CANDICE: I’m flattered.

NORA: Yes, I like it a lot. It’s something… something worth remembering for the future. I’ma writer. Did I ever mention that?



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CANDICE: I remember that from when we met the first time, when you first moved into

this place… plus I’ve seen your books in the store. I know you have won awards! I read that

somewhere…

NORA: Awards that mean nothing, my job is still at stake. Once you have one great work,

they want another. No rest for a job well done, just cup of coffee and onto the next.

CANDICE: But try to find time to slow things down. Don’t keep running through life passing

the important things by.

NORA: I don’t. I don’t. I just… I have different priorities then some people.

CANDICE: What are they?

NORA: My job… my…

(Beat.)

CANDICE: Your? …

(Beat.)

NORA: That’s … it … Oh my God…

CANDICE: What?

(Panic increasing) Oh God! That’s all I can think of! I only have one priority in my life! …Andit’s my job! God!!! I’ve turned out to be like (Hardly audible) … my mother…

CANDICE: Like who?

NORA: My… one of those people! You know? Those people that only have one thing in their

life that mat ters to them and it’s their job?!

CANDICE: Oh yeah! Yeah, but you said something els–

NORA: Their pathetic! Because they focus only on their job, and that just makes them – It

makes them – them – ! I’m just like – I am…

CANDICE: No. “Am” what?

NORA: I am my mother!

(Beat of confusion.)

CANDICE: Hold up… what!?

NORA: What I mean is I am turning out to be just like my mother! I am just like her! GOD!

Why!? I cant – I can’t – can’t (She starts hyperventilating.)



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CANDICE: (Calming her) Nora! Nora! Stop! Settle down it’s okay! Just breath slow and easy.

It’s okay… Breathe. (NORA. Does this and comes out of it.) What was that all about? Huh?

NORA: (Weakly.) My mother…

CANDICE: Your mother? What’s the story behind that? (Beat.) Is there something you’d liketo tell me? Only if you feel comfortable, of course.

NORA: My mother… I’m sorry. She wasn’t the best mother. She tried, but her work got in

the way. She was very distant and put me last . A lot… I hated her for it

CANDICE: Join the club, sista!!! Up top! (She holds up her hand and NORA reluctantly high-

fives it.) Sorry. That may have come across as sarcastic or insensitive. I just have gotten

over my issues with humor and that’s… that’s… all. I didn’t mean… I’m sorry. I’m sorry tohear that. I cope differently than most people, humor works for me, not everyone.

NORA: Your fine. I just haven’t found a way to cope with mine yet. I mean… his job wasalways put first before me. That is why I reacted the way I did when I made my realization.

That’s all. Your totally fine. I actually appreciate the help you have been. Honestly. (Beat.)

And I am sorry. I was just caught off guard by that whole “revelation.” I don’t know wherethat came from. It came out of nowhere.

CANDICE: By all means! Let it all out! Balls to the wall! Cut them of and fucking stab them

to the wall! Take that balls! You match the wallpaper perfectly! Fuckin’ balls! TO! THEWALL! (Beat. NORA just a bit unsure.) Again comedy... Please continue. Anything else?

NORA: Yes… the… “daddy issue… issues…” or whatever. That’s just one thing. It has also

start to affect my dating life… a lot!

CANDICE: Care to elaborate?

NORA: Might as well I got a glass of wine in me. Round two is time for bearing all. (She

pours herself another glass of wine.) I was cryingabout a guy earlier. We have been dating

for a month now.

CANDICE: So you said. Elaborate. What are the “date-tails?” (NORA unsure again.) Golly,

tough crowd. I knew you were crying about a guy, but you’ve been dating for a month?

NORA: Yes, and it was all perfect. But… (Beat.) About a few days in I learned somethingabout him… it gave me a lot of anxiety. I have I haven’t been able to really commit to himsince. It scares me… but… I- the truth is… I can’t let him go because… I … love him. (NORA

lets a genuine smile shine through.)

CANDICE: OMY GAWD!!! Look at you! In love! (Realizing.) But shit … that sucks about thewhole anxiety thing. What was it about him?



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(Beat.)

NORA: He’s a… never mind. It’s not really the problem. The problem is… (Stalling. Hiding

something.) He’s actually a really… loud snorer… yeah, he is a really loud one!

CANDICE: (Suspicious) Snorer?

NORA: Yeah. So loud! Born that way… It’s… it’s kind of a deal-breaker… yup.

CANDICE: (Still suspicious.) You have anxiety because of his snoring…?

NORA: (Knows she is caught, but painstakingly plays into the lie more.) Yup. Oh yeah… I can’tever sleep with him… It’s rough… I, uh… So it’s going on 11am! I really should be getting to

bed… My presentation is at 7 tonight. Got to be well rested…

(Beat.)

CANDICE: (Playing along, but she knows something is off.) Oh? Well then I will be shovingoff. I got big lunch plans anyways…

NORA: Oh yeah?

CANDICE: Feeding three cats. Yeah. It’s a big lunch affair everyday.

NORA: I can only imagine…

CANDICE: But please… don’t hesitate to call me or visit me anytime about anything. I am

here for you… and literally like “here” here. Across the hall. Just holler and I will be rightover. Or with any luck I will notice things going wrong on the cameras... (NORA, again,

unsure how to respond.) Sorry… Maybe my humor is not for all people. Duly noted. So with

that, goodbye, Nora. Let me know when you need some… “snore” advice... (Beat.) “Snorely”you will want to talk some “snore” about this guy of interest… (Pause) Dammit! My humor!

Sorry… I’ll leave you now. Get some rest. Buh-bye!

NORA: Bye! And thanks for everything! I already feel so much better.

CANDICE: Anytime! (CANDICE leaves with a wink and salute.)

(NORA lets the loneliness sink in. She doesn’t know why she couldn’t tell the truth. She lets that

get to here and she falls into a depressed stupor. Perhaps she cries, maybe she is beyond the

point to where she can’t cry. Whatever it is she is obviously deeply hurt, and sad aboutsomething. She downs the rest of her pretty full wine glass, and drops it carelessly on the floor

where it breaks. She retrieves the memo pad and pen again. She begins writing again.)

NORA: “Nothing warms the human soul like lighting the fire for another one…” (Beat. Ads

to the quote) Unless… that soul…. can’t… be lit. (Off-page) It’s the sad truth… what am Idoing. Why am I even trying? (Back to the page.) So memoir… I have tried. I really have. I

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my life. Why can’t I admit my fears? I was offered help and yet I turned it down. I could

have let her know why I feel the anxiety about my relationship with Jonathon, but I can’teven admit the truth to myself. My life is utterly miserable, and… suddenly that suicide note

doesn’t sound like such a bad idea. (Beat. She flips through the pages to the first one, the

suicide note.)

(The suicide note flies off the memo pad and starts flying around the room like a strong wind

is blowing it about. NORA is incredibly shocked as she chases it around frantically. Suddenly

the window blows open and the papers of a transcript, on the table in front of it, fly around

into a large cluster. The cluster settles to magically reveal ANGELO standing in the midst of it.

He is a handsome man in his 30’s very debonair . He is wearing a very sleek suit and he is

smiling widely. NORA is frozen in complete astonishment. ANGELO breaks the silence.)

ANGELO: Hello, my beautiful girl!

(NORA covers her eyes. This can’t be real.)

BLACKOUT. END OF ACT ONE.

ACT II: Scene 5: “This Can’t Be Real”

(Lights up in NORA”s apartment. It is the moment after ANGELO said his line; only he isn’t

there anymore. Everything else has stayed the same. NORA is still covering her eyes. She

slowly uncovers them. Shocked then relieved that she is alone. She crosses over to the open

window and shuts it. When she turns around, to her horror, ANGELO pops up from behind the

couch and is lounging on it. He is still smiling.)

ANGELO: Hello, my beautiful girl!

NORA: I—this—t his can’t be real! What? What is…?

ANGELO: Oh NO! This is real all right . It’s happening. I’m here. Sit down! Relax! Let’s chat. Ihave a lot to talk to you about! (Beat. NORA is agog.) Are you going to stand there? You loo

like you just saw a ghost. (Beat. NORA still in shock.) Oh my god! Is there a ghost?! (Hides his

face.)

NORA: (Trying to piece it all together.) It sure seems like there’s a ghost. (Crosses to him and

gives him a poke. ANGELO Re-acts with a flourish of giggles.)

ANGELO: (Suddenly mood swings to anger.) Why did you do that!? Don’t you rememberhow incredibly ticklish I am!

NORA: I can’t believe I am even remembering you! (Sudden revelation.) I keep seeing you!

Why do I keep seeing you!?

ANGELO: I don’t know. You tell me.



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NORA: That night I had the episode. I thought I saw you in the pub. And then I saw you at

the coffee house… why am I seeing you everywhere!?

ANGELO: Ooh I like this game! It’s like “Where’s Waldo.” Oooh! Remember how we used to

read those books!? I could never find him.

NORA: You! You set me off into my mania that night at the pub. I knew I saw you!!! I was

right! HAHA! … Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m proud of that.

ANGELO: And so we meet again! I have a flair for the dramatic. I had to make a few cameo

appearances to ensure that this one was well set-up. So, let me know the truth. Were you

surprised? I wont have my feelings hurt if you weren’t.

NORA: Surprised? Ha! That can’t even compare to what I am feeling right now!

ANGELO: I knew it ! You are more than surprised! You’re utterly astonished! Am I not justthe best at surprises or what!?

NORA: I’m not seeing you! I can’t be seeing you. (She covers her eyes.) It’s impossible. There’s no possible way that you are here.

ANGELO: I am quite proud of my planning. I had 27 years of waiting. When I saw you

needed me I—

NORA: WHEN I open my EYES you will be GONE! … (She does. ANGELO waves to her, still

there.) OH GOD!!! Who am I kidding? I guess this seals the deal! I am officially crazy!

ANGELO: You are? Since when?

NORA: Yesterday morning… Or… before that? Well, that’s when I was diagnosed… I guessthat is the start, but wait, then that means… this is so confusing! I don’t know anymore! Iam seeing you! YOU! And that is what makes me crazy.

ANGELO: And what exactly am I?

NORA: You’re a figment of my imagination!

ANGELO: A figment of your imagination...? I wouldn’t say, ”a figment of your imagination,”but Rather an ingenious creation! A brilliant masterpiece! An invention of superior wit!!!

NORA: Stop it! Just stop! I shouldn’t be seeing you! I’m thirty-fi—I’m too old to be seeingyou.

ANGELO: Too old!? TOO OLD!? You’re sure not acting like it. Look at this mess! Yourmother would be so upset… (NORA shoots him a glare. She was terribly appalled by that

statement. ANGELO sarcastically.) What? Was it something I said?

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ANGELO: Oh? Ok… I won’t, but you should really clean this mess up. I will help you. Aha!What ’s this!? (The suicide not flies from the pile of papers into his hands.) Oh, how lovely! A

suicide note. Is this for me!? You shouldn’t have! (He produces reading glasses to read the

note.)

NORA: I don’t understand. Is a hallucination of my disorder or the pills? Oh, what the helldoes it matter! When do these episodes end?

ANGELO: Episodes? (She throws him an exasperated nod.) End? (Another nod.) Well I hope

they never end. I missed you! A lot! Oh! And I wouldn’t say “episode,” but rather “epicreality” or “wondrous occurrence.” God! And you call yourself a writer or publicist or …whatever you are? Be more accurate and artistic in your descriptions. After all, you are

quite the artist! You created me!

NORA: Yes. I know! Now how do I un-create you?

ANGELO: Well you could kill yourself. That would end both of us. But I highly suggest

opposition to that. This suicide note is terrible! TERRIBLE!!! You call that a proper note? It

has typos! Run-on sentences! You have all these closings n here. Pick one or else the people

who read this will think your crazy!

NORA: BUT I AM CRAZY!

ANGELO: (Sarcastic) Oh, are ya’ now? Couldn’t tell. You look pretty normal to me. Whatmakes you think you’re crazy? Huh!? Enlighten me.

NORA: Well. Number one: I’m seeing you!!! Number two: Seeing YOU! Number THREE: I.

SEE. YOU!!!

ANGELO: Now, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! WRONG!!!

NORA: What?

ANGELO: That’s not why you’re crazy! You want to know why you’re crazy!?

NORA: (Beat.) “Enlighten me.”

ANGELO: Because you wanted to end something that is too good to be ended so soon.

(Beat.)

NORA: It’s… It’s none of your business.

ANGELO: Actually. It is! After all. I am a part of you. I die, you die. It wouldn’t be fair.

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ANGELO: It isn’t? Have you really forgotten? What I mean to you? (Beat.) You must make

pretty poor decisions… don’t you? Like… not wanting to pursue Jonathon anymore. Like

lying to someone who is trying to help you. Like pushing everyone away!

NORA: I can’t be having this argument with you! You’re not real! Here I am… talking to you

as if you were another person in my life. You’re not! So why bother. You are just ahallucination. (She gets an idea.) I know! My pills I haven’t taken them! That’s why I’mseeing you! This all make sense. This is all because of my disorder. I’m still getting used toit. Who knew the hallucinations were so real. I really thought I saw you at the bar and the

café. It is a wonder that it is all so—

ANGELO: NO!

NORA: Ow that was loud?! (Dropping the pill bottle that she just retrieved.)

ANGELO: No, Nora. It doesn’t all make sense. There still are unanswered questions.

Questions that have been left unanswered for a long time. The first is simple… Why are youacting this way?

NORA: I am going to take my pills now.

ANGELO: I don’t understand you! It was an easy question. (Pause) You know… you couldhave it all. Something is holding you back though. Answer me my other question, Nora,

before you take those pills! Stop! (He stops her putting the pills in her mouth) If you are so

confused by the fact that I can’t be real, then ask yourself this. Why are you even seeing

ME? Huh? Is it really so random that I appeared out of the blue? Just one of the first of your

hallucinations that you will be experiencing. This new disorder has lots in store for you.

Blah blah blah! Then why me? Why do you see me first?

(Beat.)

NORA: (Taking pills) Goodbye… When these kick in I wont be seeing you anymore! So any

last words about me, say ‘em now. Thanks for being my childhood friend and all… but youare just from my imagination. I am 35! YES! I admit it out loud! I shouldn’t! Be seeing! Myimaginary friend!!! So take my childhood and get out of my life!

ANGELO: Listen to yourself. You just told me to take a part of your life… and leave. Funnything the mind. The imagination and subconscious tells a lot about a person. With that said,

you just told me a figure of your imagination to leave, and to take with me ALLLLL of your

childhood. Is there something wrong with this picture?

NORA: These pills better kick-in soon.

ANGELO: I think you summoned me here somehow, subconsciously. There is something

wrong and all the facts seem to lead to… Exhibit A: Me! Your childhood. (Beat.) I knew I had

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(Beat.)

NORA: My child hood was terrible… Yes, I know… but I… Goodbye. (Beat as she gets her

things to head out the door.) I have to get out of here. I’m leaving. I need some space.

ANGELO: You can’t leave again. You would become just like her!

NORA: (Stopping at the door. She feels the same as the last mother remark.) Don’t evencompare me to her! I am not her! I am Nora! I need psychiatric help, but not from the

hallucination that is derived from my disorder! It doesn’t work that way! I am leaving! Andwhen I come back. You wont be here! (Before NORA can get to the door there is a knock at it.

It rattles NORA a bit.) Who’s t here!?

CANDICE: (Off) It’s me again… Candice. I heard some yelling and I thought I’d stop by. Also Ihave something for you. Can I come in?

NORA: (quietly to ANGELO) Not one word. (ANGELO pantomimes locking his lips and

throwing away the key. NORA opens the door.) Candice, I was just about to leave. Anemergency came up.

CANDICE: Oh my! Is it anything serious?

NORA: Should be taken care of by a visit with Dr. Selznick…

CANDICE: I hope it wasn’t anything I might have said. I would feel so bad.

NORA. No, not at all. I just need to… I need to talk to her about… something.

CANDICE: Well I hope you can get in to see here. If not, I am all ears. Oh! Yes! I havesomething for you I remembered I had them under the sink. I thought you might like these.

(She hands her a box.) Here.

NORA: Oh… thank you… What are they…?

CANDICE: Breathe Right strips.

NORA: Huh?

CANDICE: Their special strips that you put on your nose to help you breathe. You can use

them at night to eliminate snoring. I… thought you might find them useful… Ya know?

(Beat.)

NORA: Huh?

CANDICE: For Jonathon…



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NORA: (Almost forgetting her own lie.) Oh… Oh yeah! Yeah! Thank you that’s so kind. Now if

you don’t mind I should get going.

CANDICE: No problem. I hope things get better for you and Jonathon. I’ll let you go. I hopeto here that things get sorted out. You know where to find me. (CANDICE leaves. NORA

crosses to the kitchen counter to set down the box of strips. As she does this, ANGELO sees hischance and snaps his fingers. The door slams shut and locks. NORA spins around to see this

and is completely shocked.)

ANGELO: Caught you! Trapped in a lie! How dare you lie to her?

NORA: What are you talking about?

ANGELO: Snoring problem?

NORA: I… I panicked.

ANGELO: You have some major denial issues. First you deny that I’m real, then you denythe truth from your friend who was just trying to help—

NORA: I will handle things in my own way.

ANGELO: Fine! But your way SUCKS!

NORA: Fine! If you want to make my decisions, make them. I am just about done with them.

ANGELO: Alright! Sounds like a deal! Can I start with calling Jonathon and telling him you

would like to take him up on that offer for a date night!

NORA: How’d you know about that?

ANGELO: I was there remember!

NORA: I still can’t believe it. I must have looked completely off my rocker. I knew I saw you. It’s just… I deny your existence for a reason. Okay? (Pause.) Something tells me these pills

don’t work.

ANGELO: So does this denial of me have anything to with this whole Jonathon thing as

well?

NORA: Maybe. It’s none off your business.

ANGELO: We need to change this whole Jonathon thing. I think its time to call him and talk

it out.

NORA: Ha! I’m not going to call him.

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NORA: Very funny.

ANGELO: You don’t think I’m serious? Just watch me. Siri, call Jonathon.

SIRI (V.O.): I’m sorry there were no contacts named “Jonathon.” Please try again.

ANGELO: Siri—

NORA: It’s not going to work.

SIRI (V.O.): Sorry, I don't understand “It’s not going to work.” Please try again.

ANGELO: Why?

NORA: I deleted his phone number.

ANGELO: You did!?

NORA: So there! Besides… what can you say to him? You’re from my imagination!

ANGELO: You have lost all sense of magic in your life, haven’t you?

NORA: Ha! You get to my age… you can kiss all the magic goodbye.

ANGELO: That’s too bad. I had hoped you becoming a writer would make you keep yoursense of wonder and imagination. But… Since I am here before you… obviously you haven’tkissed all of that “magic” goodbye.

NORA: No magic here, so please… forget it.

ANGELO: No magic? I’ll show you “No magic.” Siri, undo what Nora did to Jonathon’scontact. I need to call him. Nora, was just overreacting, she didn’t mean to delete it.

SIRI (V.O.): Right away, Angelo. And, Nora, stop overreacting. Everything is going to be

fine. Calling Jonathon.

(A dial tone comes from the phone as ANGELO switches it to speaker. And before NORA can

act a weak little voice picks up. It is the voice of ELLA, Jonathon’s 12-year-old daughter. She is

still a little sick. A light comes up on her about where JONATHON stood during his phone

interaction in the first act. ELLA is somewhat confused by the call. ANGELO and NORA are also

confused because they didn’t expect her to pick up.)

ELLA: Hello???

ANGELO: Hello? I was trying to reach Jonathon.

ELLA: My dad?

ANGELO: This is Ella then?



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(NORA Starts to struggle with ANGELO to get the phone out of his hands.)

ELLA: Yes. Who is this?

ANGELO: I’m… I am the personal assistant to Miss Nora Helms.

ELLA: Is that the book lady?

ANGELO: Yes. “The book lady.”

ELLA: The one my daddy has a crush on? (NORA stops struggling blushes.)

ANGELO: Yes! That one! She would like to have a nice evening with you and your father…tomorrow night, perhaps? He had offered and we wondered if that offer was still good?

ELLA: Well… I am feeling better…

ANGELO: Good to hear!

ELLA: I’ll ask my dad. DAAAAAD!!!

NORA: What are you doing?

ANGELO: Shhh!

ELLA: Who was that?

ANGELO: No one. Just an annoying person that’s been bugging me lately.

ELLA: Okay???

(JONATHON enters her light.)

JONATHON: What is it, sweetie?

ELLA: (Teasing) It’s the Nora, book lady that you have a crush on! Oooooh!

ANGELO: Actually, it’s her assistant.

ELLA: Actually, it’s her assistant. Here you can talk to my dad. (She hands the phone to her

dad. He picks up the phone.)

JONATHON: Hello?

ANGELO: Hello, Jonathon?

JONATHON: Yes.



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ANGELO: Good. I am Miss Helms’ personal assistant and I am calling because she wouldlike to take you up on your offer to go out this weekend, Saturday night. She was hoping to

take you and Ella to Le Bon Plat. I have already made reservations so no worries there. It is

just a matter of whether you accept the invitation or not. What should I tell her?

JONATHON: Well, Ella just woke up this morning without a fever. We were hoping to go onthe campout this weekend if she felt up to it.

ELLA: I don’t have to go. We can miss this one. We should go out with her.

ANGELO: That’s no problem. I can make it tonight? If that works better? (NORA’s face and

the words she is mouthing protest.)

JONATHON: I don’t know Ella’s fever just broke— (ELLA grabs the phone.)

ELLA: We would like to be picked up around 7.

ANGELO: 7 it is!

ELLA: Sounds good. Right, Dad?

JONATHON: If you feel up to it…

ELLA: I do!

JONATHON: Ok, then it’s a date

ELLA: Alright! Tell her we will see her at 7. Good bye!

ANGELO: Bye! (They hang up. Lights out on JONATHON and ELLA. NORA is angry.)

NORA: What are you doing!? Are you crazy?

ANGELO: No. I’m magic. You’re crazy.

NORA: My presentation is tonight!

ANGELO: Is it?

(The phone starts to ring. NORA reluctantly answers it. ANGELO makes his way to the papers.

He puts on some reading glasses and starts to read some of the transcripts.)

NORA: Hello?

(Light s up on TARA who is a writer on NORA’s Staff. Everything about her is bubbly and

exciting.)

TARA: Hi Nora! It’s Tara! I just got the most crazy news! They’re bumping yourpresentation up to this afternoon! I know you’re out, because you worked on it all night.



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But we’re really trying to push everything down over here because Mr. Keats’ daughter justhad a baby!!! Exciting!!! He needs to fly out tonight. Could you come into the office as soon

as possible??? (NORA is struck dumb. She cannot believe the turn of events.) Nora? You still

there?

NORA: I am… It’s just… that’s all quite amazing.

TARA: I know, right!? I can’t wait to see the pictures of the baby! It’s so exciting! Good thingyou have your presentation done. He flies out at 7. So the presentation has to be done by

six. So we need you here by 3 at the latest. Can you manage that?

NORA: I guess I have to come in. Or else I’ll be fired.

TARA: Oh yeah… he did mention that… but I wasn’t going to say anything. Too negative formy taste.

NORA: Thanks, Tara. I will see you soon.

TARA: Okay! See you soon! Bye! (NORA hangs up she is glaring at ANGELO. He is oblivious.

He has been reading the transcripts.)

NORA: Just who do you think you are!?

ANGELO: I am your friend. That’s who. And friends don’t let friends pass-up their dreams.

You love Jonathon. I wasn’t about to let that relationship die.

NORA: How did you get the reservations for tonight? Le Bon Plat is hard to get into. You

have to reserve months in advance.

ANGELO: You will have them. I promise.

NORA: I need formal wear to get in there. I don’t have anything close to that to wear. Howam I going to get there? And not to mentioned you also invited—

ANGELO: Don’t worry about it. You need to get to work! Then swing back by here and nap.And then get ready for a wonderful evening.

NORA: I know but you also invited—

ANGELO: No second thoughts, Nora. Get going. (He hands her stuff to her, and he ushers her

towards the door.)

NORA: I know but —!

ANGELO: Go! Good luck and goodbye! (He gets her out the door. He smiles. And crosses to the

couch. He plops down triumphantly and lights fade as he continues to read the transcripts.)

BLACKOUT



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ACT II: Scene 6: “To the Rescue”

(NORA enters she has just had the presentation. She looks dazed and off-kilter. She moves like

a ghost from place to place as she puts up he jacked, purse, and accessories. ANGELO has been

at work. He is holding her memo pad. He is wearing reading glasses.)

NORA: I can’t believe you’re still here.

ANGELO: (Still consumed by what he is writing.) Right where you left me! How was your

presentation

NORA: Surprisingly, It went well. Mr. Keats was so happy about his new grandson that it

put him in a good mood. He was pleased by everything. He approved the draft for the book.

Now it goes to publishing next week.

ANGELO: The book… is that this book? (Indicating the mess of papers that are still around.)

NORA: Yes… that book.

ANGELO: I see. It’s just… oh never mind.

NORA: What?

ANGELO: It just… not you.

NORA: Not me? Of course it’s not. I don’t write what I want anymore. I write what they

want. The demographics. Mr. Keats. It hasn’t ever been what I have wanted tor write in along time.

ANGELO: Well… While you were out I read the transcripts and I got an inspiration. I startedto write another book for you.

NORA: What are you doing with my memo pad.

ANGELO: I was looking at your notes here. It sounded like you were writing about your life.

So I went in and added some revisions. I completely scrapped that suicide note. That was

too depressing, and as I said before “poorly written.” I made some changes. To really catch

the readers, I think we have to open in the middle of the action. So I wrote my own openingto your story. Here. (He hands her the pad.)

NORA: What? (She reads it. Her dazed look turns to utter confusion.) This is a fairy tale! Why

am I fighting a dragon? (Reads more.) Now you fly in on a magic carpet? What is this?

ANGELO: You needed some help. So I have come to save the day.



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NORA: This. This isn’t a memoir. It is a children’s story. Not a novel. I appreciate thethought, but this won’t help me.

ANGELO: But children’s books are the best! They’re exciting! Creative! –

NORA: A worse idea than my memoir… and the adult novel.

ANGELO: You have a choice. You’re in charge of that much, right?

NORA: Nope. I basically have no choice. Whatever Mr. Keats wants he gets.

ANGELO: C’mon.

NORA: I have been thinking a lot about it lately and… I think I should quit.

ANGELO: But being a writer has always been your dream since–

NORA: Since I believed in you?

(Beat.)

ANGELO: Well when you put it that way you sound crazy. Because here I am. Standing in

front of you.

NORA: “Crazy” sounds nice. It’s better than being through hell at this stupid job. I need a

nap. (She collapses on the couch and attempts to nap)

ANGELO: You don’t have to quit. We can think of something.

NORA: “We?” No. There is no “we.” I can think of something. And I have! I’m quitting, andI’m going back to my old desk job. Now, if you don’t mind I would like to get some sleepbefore this date you got me into happens.

ANGELO: What? What job?

NORA: My safety job. Upstate. Far from this stupid city. I’m too tired for all this crap. I’mquitting. I can retreat up there and enjoy my insanity far, far away from this insanity.

ANGELO: But you always dreamed–

NORA: I dreamed. But now I finally woke up. The end. Dream dead. You’ll see it in theobituaries of the Times tomorrow. “Nora’s Dream. Age 35.” Now shut up. I’m trying to nap.

ANGELO: Was that an obituary for your dream or you?

NORA: (Ignoring him.) Let’s just face it. I hate my life. It is time for me to die yet?



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ANGELO: So how is that therapy going?

NORA: (Ignoring.) I’m just going to go to throw my own “pity party” you’ll get yourinvitation in the mail.

ANGELO: You should call Candice?

NORA: But she’s crazy too. I don’t understand the reasoning behind this. What do you getout of letting other people just as crazy as you mentor you?

ANGELO: She has her problems taken care of. You have not come to terms with yours yet.

NORA: Obviously this nap is not going to happen. I’m exhausted and how do you expect meto go on this date without anything to wear and without a reservation.

ANGELO: I took care of it while you were gone.

(There is a knock at the door. NORA drags herself off of the couch to answer it. It is JANINE,

KARLENE, and HUGO. They are brimming with excitement. The enter and exchange hugs with

her.)

JANINE: Round TWO! Let’s get it right this time!

KARLENE: We got the call from your personal assistant this afternoon and now we are

ready to get you ready! We are so excited for you!

JANINE: Yeah! Good for you girl, getting back with Jonathon! I am so happy for you!

HUGO: And I am indifferent … kidding.

KARLENE: I brought over my favorite dress for you. (Holds up a clothing bag.) He told me

you had nothing formal to wear.

(NORA struck with awe again throws a look to ANGELO. He smiles and shrugs. The friends

look to where she is looking and they are confused because they can’t see ANGELO. )

JANINE: What is it honey?

NORA: (Realizing they can’t see ANGELO) It’s nothing. I am so glad you guys are here to

help. It’s just… I wish the date was going to work out, but I think it will be impossible to get

a reservation for 3 at the restaurant in such short notice…

JANINE: Well that’s not good. What restaurant?

NORA: Le Bon Plat.



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HUGO: Le Bon Plat? If you wanted to get into Le Bon Plat , why didn’t you just say so!? My

brother, Gaspar, owns a share of it! I can get you in no matter what. You can even sit at his

special table. My brother owes me one after I got him out of that family reunion with

Veronique’s family. She is a soulless harpy and her family is from hell.

NORA: Wow! How fortunate. (Casually directed at ANGELO) It’s like someone had planned

this all along.

KARLENE: I know, right!? I just happened to get this back from the dry cleaners an hour

ago. Talk about perfect timing.

NORA: Too perfect.

JANINE: Come on, Nora. Time to get you ready for your big date.

(They start escorting her to the bathroom. NORA glares at ANGELO the entire way.)

BLACKOUT

ACT II: Scene 7: “Not Ready”

NORA: …and then he smiled and approved the book. I have never seen that man smile

before.

JONATHON: That’s great. Isn’t it great, Ella?

ELLA: What kind of book?

NORA: Well… it…it’s a bit of an… It’s a book for adults.

ELLA: Oh.

NORA: My last book might have interested you more. It was called—

ELLA: The one about the centaur?

NORA: Yes.

ELLA: That one was silly.

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NORA: No she is right. It was ridiculous. I couldn’t even get through it I stopped after herevealed his true identity to the girl. How could she miss the fact that he was part horse? It

was terrible. A huge joke. It’s why we sell so many copies.

JONATHON: Really?

NORA: Really. People buy it for a good laugh.

JONATHON: I have really enjoyed the evening. Thank you so much for getting us in here. It

was a lovely meal.

ELLA: I was glad I got out of the house. It wasn’t fun being cooped up inside for days. It’salso nice to have good food.

(The AWKWARD WAITRESS enters and crosses to the table with the check.)

AWKWARD WAITRESS: Hey, hey, heeeeeeeey! I gotchyu’ this check for the evenin’! Hopeyou enjoyed your meal. Of course you did! We are one of the BEST French restaurants in

town! The tip is figured into the bill ‘cause that’s how fancy we are! I thought I’d let you

know so you don’t leave me one… unless you want too!!! I’m just a starving actress trying tomake it big here in the “BIG Apple.” ANY cent counts. But this isn’t a charity, so don’t feelobligated. Tonight will always be the same as the other nights. I will just be going home to

my tiny one room apartment in upper, upper Chelsea… yup… so… here is your check and

have a good rest of your evening.

JONATHON: Well I’m glad things have turned out better for your job.

NORA: I know I could have been fired and working here instead of eating here. I guess mylife is way much better than hers. Begging for extra tips.

JONATHON: I know. That’s pretty sad. Hey… Ella and I have been thinking for the past fewweeks. We both really like you a lot and we wanted to discuss the possibility of… of youbecoming a part of our lives. I would like you to be a bigger part of mine at least… if you arewilling to let me into yours.

NORA: Like… get ting married?

JONATHON: Not right away... if you don’t want. I would like to take things at a speed that is

good for you.

NORA: I… I don’t know.

ELLA: It will be fun! You can move in with us!

JONATHON: In time of course.



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ELLA: Or if you’re up to it. You can take me on my campout tomorrow. All the other girlsbring their moms. I know you’re not actually my mom. I would love it if you could try to be.What do you say? Would you like to be my new mom?

(At that NORA stands up she is suddenly extremely nervous.)

NORA: I-um—It’s a lot to—can you excuse me for a moment? (JONATHON NODS out of

concern. NORA exits into the restaurant coat room.)

ELLA: Was it something I said?

(Lights shift to the coat room NORA is searching through her purse frantically. She is breking

down. Almost in an episode of mania.)

NORA: (Muttering to herself) No! I can’t do it… no, no, no! I’m not ready. I am NOT ready.

This was a terrible idea. I’m not ready.

(ANGELO appears from behind the coats.)

ANGELO: I thought it was a great idea. And you’re about to ruin it.

NORA: How do I make you go away? You only remind me of my past. I can’t move on withyou here reminding me why I can’t—just go away! Please!

ANGELO: I am here for a reason. You just don’t want to admit it. Is the pain really that badto come to terms with.

NORA: Yes! You were there for it all. You know how much of a hell SHE made my life. I can’tmake the same mistake. I am already turning out to be like her! They deserve more. (She

opens the pill bottle from her purse.) How many do I take until you go away!

ANGELO: Nora! Stop—

NORA: NO! How many do I take!? Why can’t you leave me alone!?

ANGELO: Because! I remind you of her! And you can’t live with that!

NORA: Then I don’t want to live at all.

(NORA downs a majority of the pill bottle and she collapses to the floor. ANGELO can’t do

anything except watch in remorse. NORA starts to writhe. The waitress enters with a coat and

at the sight is immediately horrified.)

AWKWARD WAITRESS: Oh my god!!! Someone call 9-1-1!!!

BLACKOUT



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ACT II: Scene 8: “Recovering”

CANDICE: Well. If no one is going to speak… This is the last place I thought I’d spend myweekend. Sure doesn’t look like my bed with all my cats snuggled around me… I mean

where is my Netfix playing reruns of Lost , right? (She laughs. Then awkwardly fades out

when she realizes that no one else is.) You really must be Nora’s friends. She didn’t laugh atmy jokes either.

(HUGO gets up and crosses to the swinging doors.)

HUGO: No. I don’t think that’s it. I think it’s just the fact that we love our friend so muchthat we are very worried for her right now… Laughing is the last thing on our mind.

KARLENE: Hugo. Be nice.

JANINE: We are all scared. Some of us just deal with it differently than others.

HUGO: Well I rather not be laughing right now.

JANINE: And that’s your opinion. Keep it to yourself.

HUGO: Fine.

JONATHON: I thought it was a little funny.

CANDICE: Thank you.

JANINE: So you’re Jonathon. I’ve seen you, but haven’t met you. I’m Janine. I was Nora’scollege roommate. Been friends ever since. (They shake hands.)

JONATHON: It’s a pleasure to finally meet some of her friends.

KARLENE: And I’m Karlene. I met her at a club on Valentine’s Day eight years ago. Weshared a cab when my boyfriend dumped me and left me without a way to get home. She

helped me start crying and cheered me up. We’ve been friends ever since. She’s helped methrough five boyfriends. It’s nice to meet one of hers finally. (They shake hands)

JONATHON: It’s nice to meet you.

HUGE: Hugo. The group pessimist. I don’t have that much of a history with her. 5 years ofme talking sense into Nora. I think she has written me into a few of her books. I met her by

accidentally walking into her apartment when I thought it was my friend Victor’s. Victorand I grew apart and Nora and I grew closer. I am half blind. I was blinder then. This

hospital makes me very uneasy. Here is where I got the news that I would be blind, and

here was the place I was the place they try new procedures every now and then to make



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me less blind. I don’t like hospitals much. Forgive my attitude. (He extends his hand and

JONATHON shakes it.)

JONATHON: I understand. Nice to meet you. (CANDICE jumps up and hugs Jonathon, which

takes him by surprise. She takes notice and lets go.)

CANDICE: Sorry. I’m a hugger. Candice. I’m the across the hall neighbor and I am her “Sameshoes” mentor. I have been helping Nora through her disorder. (Beat. She suddenly grows

somber) I should have seen the signs. I am trying not to blame myself. I new there was

something she wasn’t telling me. And I think it is the key to her trauma. I have heard hertalk about you a lot. She loves you very much and… I know it is easy to think that it issomething you did that caused her to do this, but please. Don’t blame yourself . This is

something that Nora has been fighting. The traumatic factor that is holding her down has

still got a hold on her. She will find a way out and she will overcome. I believe in her. You

have brought happiness into her life. I have seen that happiness in her eyes. I just wanted to

let you know that because you appear to be taking this very hard. It is very nice to finally

meet you. I believe you have given her the hope she needs to overcome this disorder.

JONATHON: Then why do I think its me?

CANDICE: It’s not you—

JONATHON: Then why has she pushed me away? Last night I asked her if she wanted to

become a bigger part of my life and then she did this. What am I suppose to think? You have

a point, Candice, but it’s hard to see.

CANDICE: I know for a fact you can’t blame yourself. This is something Nora needs to find

on her own way out. You just have to continue to be there for her. Trust me on this.

JONATHON: Thank you.

CANDICE: Anytime. And DAMN! Nora is lucky to have found a cutie like you! (JONATHON

smiles.) See! Lightening the mood!

(The JERSEY NURSE enters from the double doors but everyone is looking at the CANDICE and

JONATHON scene and does not see her. She hears the last of the line.)

JERSEY NURSE: Well to lighten the mood some more. I just wanted to let you know that the

doctors say Nora is recovering and she will be just fine. (A sigh of relief washes over thecrowd.) She will be checking into the Depression rehab clinic in the Adirondacks upon her

own request. She will be just fine. So all of you can quit worrying.

JONATHON: Can we see her?



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JERSEY NURSE: She is resting. Please come back in the morning. (They all get up to leave.)

Also her mother called. (They stop.) I am going to leave the message with one of you to tell

Nora to call her when she checks out tomorrow. Who will be picking her up?

JONATHON: I will be.

JERSEY NURSE: Here is her mother’s number. (She hand him a post-it note with the number

on it.) Thank you all for being here. Nora, appreciated it. She also asked me to apologize to a

“Jonathon?” (to JONATHON as the others leave. CANDICE stops at the door to listen) Are you

Jonathon?

JONATHON: Yes.

JERSEY NURSE: Lucky guess. She wanted me to tell you to not feel any guilt. She says she

didn’t want you to feel like it was something you said. It is something that she hasn’t quitecome to terms with yet. That’s all I know. But as a suggestion. Stick with her. She needs you.

(With a smile JERSEY NURSE leaves. JONATHON turns around t leave and sees CANDICEsmiling in the doorway.)

CANDICE: I told you so.

BLACK OUT

ACT II: SCENE 9: “Mom Hugs”

(Lights up on a patient room in a depression clinic in upstate New York. Boxes fill the roomand NORA sits in the middle of them on a bed. Reading the post-it with her mother’s number

on it. JONATHON enters carrying a large box.)

JONATHON: I think that was the last box. You are all set.

NORA: Thank you. My mother really left you this number?

JONATHON: Apparently the hospital contacted her for you after the accident.

NORA: And she wanted me to call her?

JONATHON: It’s what the nurse said.

(ELLA enters with a smaller box. And sets it down.)

ELLA: I think that was the last box. You should be good to go. (They all share a chuckle.)

JONATHON: I’m going to lock up the van I will be right back. (He exits.)



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(A moment of silence passes between the two girls.)

NORA: Thank you so much for helping me move. I know you really wanted to go on that

camp out this weekend. I know you wanted that trailblazing badge

ELLA: I am glad I could help. I think I earn a badge anyway for helping you.

NORA: Good! Good! Did you know I was a girl scout when I was your age?

ELLA: You were!? Cool! Did you earn a lot of badges?

NORA: Quite a few. I actually stopped at your age.

ELLA: Really why?

(Beat.)

NORA: My mom stopped taking care of me. She decided working was much more

important than a family. So she left me and my father.

ELLA: Oh… (Beat.) My mom passed away when I was very little.

NORA: That’s what your father had told me. (Pause) I know what it’s like…

ELLA: What what’s like?

NORA: To want a mother.ELLA: I never even knew…

NORA: You and I. We are two of a kind. Just two girls who—

(ELLA hugs NORA for a long beat. NORA feels something in her heart. Joy. Joy for the first time

in a long time. She almost is on the verge of tears of joy. ELLA looks up from the hug.)

ELLA: How long will you be here again?

NORA: Not too long. Just enough time for me to get back on my feet again.

ELLA: I hope it’s not too long. I have been thinking about it a lot ever since the other night.But I have a question. Is it okay that I’m hugging you? That wasn’t the question, by the way.

NORA: It is fine. You’re fine. What’s your question, Ella?

ELLA: It’s just you have tears in your eyes.



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NORA: They are happy tears.

ELLA: Ok. I was just worried.

NORA: You’re fine

ELLA: My question is this. The other night … I scared you with the question of if you wanted

to be my mom. Didn’t I?

NORA: Honestly… (Beat.) You did.

ELLA: Why?

NORA: Well… I don’t think I know how to be one. I have never forgiven my mother forleaving me. (Beat.)

ELLA: That’s silly.

NORA: What?

ELLA: It’s silly that you think that. I would love to have you as a mother.

ELLA: You make my dad happy again. I think the woman that can do that is good enough to

be my mother. Plus you give hugs like a mom. I have never had a better hug in my life.

Except my dad’s, of course. I knew for sure when I hugged you.

NORA: Is that so?

ELLA: Cross my heart and hope to die.

NORA: Thanks. I think… I really believe I needed to hear that. (Gets out her phone and starts

dialing the number on the paper.)

ELLA: What are you doing?

NORA: Calling my mom. I have something to take care of. (The phone picks up on the other

end.) Is this… Is this Angela?... Hello mom. It’s Nora… Yes I’m alright. I’m fine. I wanted toget one thing off my chest. I haven’t been able to say it for 25 years. But now I want you to

hear it. (Beat.) I forgive you. (The lights fade as NORA’s smile lights up her face. She lets thetears of joy run down her face and ELLA embraces her again.)

BLACKOUT

ACT II: Epilogue



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