[Scene 1: Ryan and Reba waiting at the lawyer's waiting room]
Ryan: Dull, distant and indifferent;
I presume all the lawyers preying on heart-breaks maintain
such gloomy waiting rooms.
Reba: Yes, and why wouldn't they? Whoever comes along for consultation
is not seeking matrimonial unison; rather, they prefer a hasty end
to their own muddled affairs. Quite objective!
Ryan: No wonder your observations are quite sound.
Reflecting on our predicaments of late,
I cannot but, now, stand somewhat supportive of this banal
waiting room, the withering florets at the the empty desk,
the Victorian prose in their astuteness so boldly hangs.
Reba: I sense you are more inclined towards your romantic
personae this morning; can't say whether it was the night alone on the couch
or, the young maiden serving you coffee at the main street diner.
Ryan: Ah! I too, sense the jealously underlying your remarks. So long has it been
since you have displayed some notion of possessiveness in our decade long union.
[Enters another couple, Julie and Jason]
Jason: Stop these shrugs of indifference at every motion I make. Help me Lord, for the final
few minutes before I get rid of this wretched charade!
Julie: So I am to be blamed! And what about the immature horde that warmed your bed of late?
I can imagine you melting at her insensible admiration of your trivial works.
Jason: You know, a little support will do you no harm, make you no less wiser!
Reba: You are but, a fine specimen sir. You cheat and then appeal for supports from your
victimized wife; cold hearted men!
Julie: Thank you, dear friend for an apt reply to his unworthy appeals. I am Julie. Who might you
be fair miss?
Reba: I am Reba. A school teacher by day; a lonely wife at night.
Ryan: I was there in the room all the time. Only if you had chance to peek over your
weighty grading papers.
Jason: Oh man! they never do. Stereotypical of women to wait upon declarations of love
from their male counterpart; never prompting first.
Ryan: Someone who finally understands! Ryan is my name and engineer I am by trade.
To whose sensible words am I addressing?
Jason: Name's Jason. I am a painter.
Julie: Hff! Painter! When was the last time any poor soul dropped by our door to collect one of your
Ryan: An artist's reward is his work and not the compensation he receives, if I may add boldly, Julie.
Julie: What compensation do you speak of that runs no happy house? Empty pockets, cigarette breaths,
coffee stains are all the compensations I ever got in return.
Reba: Oh men and their toys and schemes! Such heroic valor they weave about almost all their
deeds and misdeeds.
Ryan: And yet, so attentive and joyful you used to be at such paltry tricks. Women are something else altogether.
Once crossed the playhouse and college mischief, men seldom change. Women change every other day
on every other occasion. Pray for the poor soul trying to keep up.
Jason: The poor soul can never keep up! Such totalitarian ways they dictate our everyday life; and, guilty you
often are when you find it difficult, understanding their plethora of growing needs.
Reba: Our needs remains not within the selfish boundaries of our gains but, mutually benefits
both participants equally. After a time, we forget "I" and and start thinking in terms of "us".
Julie: Oh Reba! Sweet, righteous and wise you pick your words. In vain you try to implant the notion of family
through their thickheaded skulls. They will be rocks by the seaside, forever parched.
Jason: And to these rocks you hung your wedding noose! Such a pity.
[A moment of silence; Jason walks towards the fountain and looks out the window]
Jason: A handsome day it seems. The sun so bright and yet, burns it the skin so mild;
such invites to scour through the crowded pubs, drink and drink till to slumber you sink.
Julie: Poor darling! Now don't go off drinking alone. Care to take that new babe of yours along.
Jason: Wretched woman! Know you not any words that are gentle on the folks,
kinder in their adulation, inviting at their termination?
Julie: But, of age I am not where, to sweet loving verse I shall shower you on and off. Hours of washing
dishes, drying sweat stained shirts and cold shoulders from your lot withered the flower of love,
inside me that nurtured from teen to thus.
Jason: But darling, when did I complain about the sour chickens and the salty soups, presented by my
table when hunger raged nonstop? When did you find me wearing frowns at the long lists of
window shopping I had to settle at dusk?
Julie: Only if you had complained, whined and threw me by the bed, grapple me tight with kisses and hugs,
a few hollow words of love; to you I would have remained, to your laundries I would have kindly attend.
Instead you went off with a chick no more than twenty and odds, bend to her succubus claws, fondled with
her by the hearth in coldness of the night, recited love to her uncomprehending moans. Tell me Jason,
finally, in earnest, did you only love the beauty in its outwardly stand and not the
caring person that inwardly waits for passions and plays?
Jason: Oh darling! You're beautiful even at the scorns and frowns of my misdeed. But, I am a bird and in marriage I
feel caged, fluttering for the freedom to fly, to discover, capture and write. To lonely days I must commit
and seek love from any that cares to give. I tried to play husband, loyal and devoted; failed I have miserably
and thus, seek to draw an end. Never I could have wooed you to annul this union, to sinister plots
I had to stoop and stage. Ne'er was my intent to break your heart.
Julie: Alas, you have broken it; like shattered glass on pavements I lay unheeded. Know not if ever again
I can trust, in company of men or such.
[Lawyer enters to call upon clients]
Lawyer: Jason and Julie, kindly step inside.
Julie: I hope you end up better than me, Reba.
[Exits Jason, Julie and Lawyer]
[End of Scene 1]