Thursday, October 26th, 5:00pm
Drommen (and Holly)
Drommen sits at the window. Holly takes the seat beside him.
Drommen: Do you mind if I … Are you crying?
Holly: (wipes her cheek) No.
Drommen: What’s wrong?
Holly: Oh God, my life’s such a mess. First I get pregnant with this guy who disappears, and now my husband’s disappeared and I’m going to get thrown out of my place.
Drommen: That’s terrible.
Holly: And on top of all that, I’ve got this other guy hanging around my house with these fake … (points at her mouth) teeth … things … and I’m pretty sure he was the one who made my husband disappear.
Drommen: Did you call the cops?
Holly: No, because I asked him to get rid of the other guy … my boyfriend … Wait, are you a cop?
Drommen: (snickers) No.
Holly: (sighs in relief) Thank God.
Drommen: So, let me get this straight. You asked the guy with the plastic fangs to get rid of your boyfriend, but he screwed up and now your husband is missing instead?
Drommen stares out the window.
Holly: I don’t know why I told you all this. I guess it’s easier to talk to a stranger.
Drommen: (turns back to her) No, it’s fine. I understand. I look to strangers for help all the time. Listen, I think I might be able to help you. (reaches into his pocket) Take this.
Holly: (looks down at a wad of twenty dollar bills he handed her) I can’t …
Drommen: Yes you can. It’s for your rent. And next time I see that little prick with the teeth …
Holly: What are you going to do?
Drommen: It’s probably best I don’t say. (reaches into his pocket again) Wait, can I see that wad again?
Holly holds the stack of money out to him.
Drommen: (replaces the topmost $20 with another) Wrong one.
Holly: What … why?
Drommen: (holds up bill gingerly) This one’s a little gooey.
Next stop: Friday, October 27th, 5:00pm