BENNY – 40, male, Kris’ ex-husband
KRIS – 38, female
YVES – 82, male, Sammie’s grandfather
SAMMIE – 24, female
Enter YVES, who sits as far as he can from BENNY, and quietly turns his own lamp on. It is a warm light. The light wakes BENNY, but it takes several moments for him to become adjusted to it.
BENNY. Jesus, it’s probably late, isn’t it? Do you know how long I’ve been here?
YVES. How long?
BENNY. No, sorry, I was asking. I must have fallen asleep.
YVES. You did.
YVES. (Checking his watch) Seventeen minutes past three.
BENNY. Hey, hey, no need to be sorry. (He puts his hands up, as if in surrender.) Each to his own, man.
YVES. To each.
YVES. To each, his own.
BENNY. To each his—? Yeah, Jesus, oops. To each his own. Fuck. (He laughs.)
BENNY. Man. That’s crazy, man. You know Edith Piaf?
BENNY. Man. That’s private.
YVES. Me too.
BENNY. Yeah? Who?
KRIS enters, scans the room, and sees BENNY. She stands still for a moment and then approaches and sits in the chair nearest BENNY, turning on her lamp. BENNY and YVES open their eyes, each seeing her.
BENNY. Oh. No. You know. (Beat.) How—?
KRIS. Don’t ask me that. I’m here, aren’t I?
BENNY. You’re here.
KRIS. Something went wrong. I don’t know.
KRIS. Don’t ask me questions.
KRIS. (She turns to look at him.) Hi. (She turns away.)
BENNY. (To KRIS) You wanna go in?
KRIS. I want to sit out here for a little while.
KRIS. What’s your name?
KRIS. I’m Kris.
YVES. It’s good to meet you.
KRIS. (A slight smile.) Likewise.
BENNY. I’m Benny.
KRIS. Sit down, Benny.
KRIS. Have you been here long?
KRIS. Have you seen anybody else? Has anyone else come through?
YVES. Not that I have seen.
KRIS. A little girl?
BENNY. Kris, let it be.
KRIS. I’m only asking. (She resumes fidgeting with her sweater.)
YVES. (Sitting up) Have you—are you, uh, (He motions between them) a couple?
KRIS. Yes. /
BENNY. Or, used to be.
BENNY. Hey, relax, relax, I’m asking an innocent question.
BENNY. Hey, no hard feelings.
BENNY. I was just thinking, I don’t know, maybe it was the cough that did it, /
KRIS. (Hissing) / Benny!
YVES. That’s all right.
KRIS. (To YVES) I am so / sorry.
YVES. / That is all right.
KRIS. (Under her breath) Jesus, motherfucking /
YVES. (Leaning forward) / I take no offense. Please.
KRIS. She’s not coming. You’ve been waiting forever, I just got here, she’s not coming.
BENNY. Hey, hey, hey, hey. She might.
KRIS. She’s not coming.
BENNY. Come on, Baby. (KRIS glares.) I’m sorry.
KRIS. I think if she came in here right now I wouldn’t know what to do with myself, I think I would hit her or something, I’d tell her to go right back home, you know?
BENNY. You wouldn’t.
KRIS. I would, I would, I would pull her hair and scream at her until I exploded, I would scream until she cried so that she never wanted to see me again. She’d go home and she’d hate me but she’d go home and she wouldn’t be here, and god DAMN IT this sweater is killing me.
Beat. BENNY puts an arm around KRIS. YVES looks at them. BENNY puts another arm around KRIS. She allows it, and after a moment she melts into him, and begins to cry.
SAMMIE enters, and stops by the doorway. YVES looks at her, she looks at him. SAMMIE walks directly past BENNY and KRIS, slowly, watching them; they do not see her. SAMMIE leans down and kisses YVES’ forehead, holding his head in both her hands.
BENNY and KRIS are left alone. After a moment, KRIS shakes him off, and wipes her face with her sweater.
KRIS. I am.
BENNY. Krissy, be glad / she’s not here.
KRIS. I am. I am.
BENNY. Let’s go in, okay?
They look at each other.
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