Madigan:(looking down at a picture on her lap) I don’t believe it.
Ken: There’s your proof.
Madigan: Barb has been having an affair with your brother all this time?
Ken: She’s your sister.
Madigan:(snorts) She’s your wife. I feel like I’m living in a soap opera. Where are they now?
Ken: On a beach in Barbados, according to the private detective. (points at the photo) I recognize the resort. We went there for our honeymoon.
Madigan: (shakes head and looks up at him) So what are you going to do about it?
Ken: Ask her for a divorce. And marry you, if you’ll have me.
Madigan: What about the lipstick on your collar?
Ken: That was just Barb trying to make you jealous. She already knew about our affair.
Madigan: (sighs) I should have guessed. (looks at him sharply) Wait, was that a proposal?
Ken: I don’t have a ring or anything, but … yeah.
Madigan:(blinks away tears) I want to say yes. But what are family gatherings going to be like?
Ken: (huffs out a laugh) About as awkward as they have been since we started seeing each other behind Barb’s back. God knows how long she’s been screwing my brother.
Madigan: (takes his hand) I wonder if they’re as happy as we are when we’re together.
Ken: I hope not. So, what do you say? Will you consider marrying me?
Madigan: (frowns) My dad’s going to get sick of walking us down the aisle to meet you.
Madigan: (stares at her) What … makes you say that?
Barb: Lipstick. On his collar.
Madigan: No way!
Barb: Yep. Blood red. Who wears a colour like that anyway?
Madigan:(frowns) Not me.
Barb: Pfft. Some floosy. She’d have to be, to fool around with a married man. A real slut. One with no self-respect. Oh God, do you think she’s got a disease?
Madigan: I hope not!
Barb: Oh Maddie, what am I going to do? You know I hate confrontations. They’re so … belittling. Would you to talk to him?
Madigan: Me?!
Barb: You’re my sister. I trust you. Will you give him shit for me? Please?
Madigan: I’d love to give him shit. But shouldn’t you be the one to talk to him? You’re his wife after all. Anyway, I might slug him one.
Barb: You’re probably right. (sighs) Sometimes I envy you. Having none of this crap to worry about. Nobody fools around on you – you don’t have anybody.
Madigan:(snorts, turns to the window and mumbles) Not anymore.
