Tuesday, August 7th, 5:00 7:00pm
Maurice (and Stuart)
Maurice sits at the window. Stuart takes the seat beside him.
Maurice: Hey, buddy! Long time no see!
Stuart: Yep. Been out of town for a while. Lost my apartment after I lost my job.
Maurice: Oh no! How did that happen?
Stuart: Damned cat.
Maurice: The cat made you lose your job and your apartment?
Stuart: Yep. It got this really weird skin rash. I spent a week looking after it because the old lady I lived with was allergic to the cream it needed rubbed on its skin.
Maurice: So you lost your job ’cause you took a week off?
Stuart: Yep.
Maurice: And I guess then you couldn’t afford the apartment.
Stuart: Oh, no. I could still afford it. But the old lady discovered that breed of cats that don’t have hair and decided the original cat got its skin disease because it was lonely. Twenty-six of the little buggers later, there was no room left for me.
Maurice: How is the old lady affording the place by herself?
Stuart: She taught the cats a bunch of tricks. She’s got a circus going in the living room. Charges a bundle to let people watch.
Maurice: Sounds like living with that old lady’s always been a bit of a circus.
Edward: I couldn’t leave him with my Bella. They were getting too friendly. And anyway, she’s not my girlfriend. She’s just a psycho.
Lily: So now you get rid of the psycho AND you still have Bella locked up in my basement. What’s in it for me?
Edward: (thinks a moment) My undying gratitude?
Lily:(stares at him) Not good enough.
Edward: I did distract the cops that time. Doesn’t that count for anything?
Lily: No. You had way too much fun with it. (crosses arms and slouches) You get all the fun. All I get is the whiny, “You’ve got to let me go!” and, “I’ll do anything, just let me go!” all day while I’m trying to get my beauty rest.
Edward: (sits up straight) Anything? She said she’ll do anything?
Lily:(tiredly) Yeah.
Edward: Hmmm …
Lily: What are you thinking?
Edward:(hesitantly) Maybe she doesn’t really want to be with me.
Lily: No! You think?
Edward: Are you being sarcastic?
Lily: No! (rolls eyes)
Edward: Do you think we should let her go?
Lily: You’ll have to wipe out her memory first. You can do that though, right?
Edward hesitates, his eyes shifting back and forth.
Drew sits at the window. Cletis takes the seat beside him.
Drew: I think I’ve finally figured out why they call them “TV dinners.”
Cletis: Oh yeah?
Drew: Yes. The philosophy of having something so simple as to be able to cook it without any preparation ahead of time, allows one to watch television whilst awaiting a delicious meal with minimal effort.
Cletis: Huh. I thought it was ’cause when you stick ’em in the microwave you can watch them go around and around, just like you was watchin’ TV.
Andrea sits at the window. Lacey takes the seat beside her.
Lacey: Where …
Andrea:(holds finger up) Wait! Before you say anything I’ve, like, got to tell you about this weird friggin’ dream I had last night.
Lacey: Oh yeah?
Andrea: Yeah. I dreamt I was locked in a basement for a week and while I was there? I was with this, like, creepy gorgeous guy who only knew four words. We really hit it off though. By the time I woke up, I was in love. But the weirdest part? I got all these bite marks on my neck. Like, I don’t know where the hell they came from.
Lacey: A week you say?
Andrea: Yeah.
Lacey: Is that why you haven’t been at work for a week?
Andrea:(sits up straight) I haven’t what now?
Lacey: You’ve been totally missing for an entire week.
Andrea: No way! So it wasn’t a dream? (stands up) Excuse me.
Lacey: Where are you going? Harold’s going to be pissed if you miss any more work.
Andrea: Harold shmarold. I gotta find me some o’ my Honey Darkness!
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