Trixie: So when’s her flight?
Jim: I don’t know.
Silence.
Trixie: Will you still come to my party next week?
Jim: I don’t know.
Trixie: But… it’s my birthday.
Jim: I know.
Trixie: But you always come to my birthday! (Pause) Ever since
fourth grade.
Jim: I know.
Silence.
Trixie: You love her?
Jim: Huh?
Trixie: I said – you love…
Jim: – I heard what you said.
Silence.
Trixie: Why are you so –
Jim: Harsh?
Trixie: No. (Pause) Wait I know, you are such an asshole.
Jim laughs. Silence.
Jim: That doesn’t seem right.
Trixie: I was never right for you. Ever.
Jim: No. I meant in your sentence. Asshole can’t be correct. The sentence ‘you are so…’ should only be followed by an adjective.
Trixie: See?
Jim: See what?
Trixie: (To herself) And I’m the one who’s supposed to be the grammarian.
Jim: What’s that?
Trixie: I said since I finished Literature in College… (Pause) Well, forget it.
Jim: Forget what?
Trixie: Nothing.
Silence.
Jim: Fine.
Trixie: Fine?
Jim: Fine. I am an asshole.
Trixie: Wow that’s a first.
Jim: Really?
Trixie laughs.
Jim: Well that’s harsh. I’m not that dense. (Pause) Aren’t I?
Trixie smiles and stares at him.
Jim: Hey stop doing that!
Trixie: Doing what? I’m not doing anything.
Jim: (Jokingly) I’m not doing anything.
Trixie: Hey!
Jim: Hey!
Jim laughs. Trixie stares at him with a straight face. But after some time, she also laughs.
Jim: I missed this.
Trixie: I missed you.
Jim looks at Trixie.
Trixie: I mean… I missed our high school days. (Pause) Well, with… you of course. I just remembered our days together after play rehearsals. Yeah. That’s it.
Silence.
Jim: I am not dense.
Trixie: What?
Jim: I said I’m –
Trixie: Not dense. I know. I just…
Jim: Yes?
Trixie: No.
Jim: What?
Trixie: Nothing.
Silence.
Jim: Biology.
Trixie: What?
Jim: It’s because of Biology. I’m so fed up with the jargons. Destiny… (He laughs) Oh wait, I mean density.
He laughs some more. Then silence.
Jim: Funny isn’t it?
Trixie: You really are weird.
Jim: You don’t find it funny?
Trixie: No.
Trixie laughs.
Jim: You ARE weird. You told me it’s NOT funny.
Trixie: No?
Jim: Yes.
Trixie: No. I don’t think it’s funny. (Pause) You are.
Trixie laughs.
Jim: I don’t get you.
Trixie: You never will.
Jim: But at least I always try to.
Trixie: Yeah. Just like high school.
Jim: Just like high school.
Silence.
Trixie: So, will you come to my birthday next week?
Jim: Yes?
Trixie: I knew it! Just like high school I –
Jim: I mean, no.
Silence.
Jim: I’m sorry.
Silence.
Jim: She’ll be leaving by then, Bea. I need to –
Trixie: It’s fine.
Jim: Really?
Trixie: Yeah.
Jim: Good.
Trixie: Good.
Jim: Good?
Trixie: Sure.
Silence.
Trixie: See.
Jim: What?
Trixie: You really can’t get me. (Pause) No matter how hard you try.
Jim: I know.
Silence.
Trixie: You love her?
Jim: Huh?
Trixie: I said – you love…
Jim: – I heard what you said.
Silence.
Trixie: Why are you so –
Jim: Harsh?
Trixie: No. (Pause) Wait I know, you are such an asshole.
Jim laughs. Silence.
Jim: That doesn’t seem right.
Trixie: I was never right for you. Ever.
Jim: No. I meant in your sentence. Asshole can’t be correct. The sentence ‘you are so…’ should only be followed by an adjective.
Trixie: See?
Jim: See what?
Trixie: (To herself) And I’m the one who’s supposed to be the grammarian.
Jim: What’s that?
Trixie: I said since I finished Literature in College… (Pause) Well, forget it.
Jim: Forget what?
Trixie: Nothing.
Silence.
Jim: Fine.
Trixie: Fine?
Jim: Fine. I am an asshole.
Trixie: Wow that’s a first.
Jim: Really?
Trixie laughs.
Jim: Well that’s harsh. I’m not that dense. (Pause) Aren’t I?
Trixie smiles and stares at him.
Jim: Hey stop doing that!
Trixie: Doing what? I’m not doing anything.
Jim: (Jokingly) I’m not doing anything.
Trixie: Hey!
Jim: Hey!
Jim laughs. Trixie stares at him with a straight face. But after some time, she also laughs.
Jim: I missed this.
Trixie: I missed you.
Jim looks at Trixie.
Trixie: I mean… I missed our high school days. (Pause) Well, with… you of course. I just remembered our days together after play rehearsals. Yeah. That’s it.
Silence.
Jim: I am not dense.
Trixie: What?
Jim: I said I’m –
Trixie: Not dense. I know. I just…
Jim: Yes?
Trixie: No.
Jim: What?
Trixie: Nothing.
Silence.
Jim: Biology.
Trixie: What?
Jim: It’s because of Biology. I’m so fed up with the jargons. Destiny… (He laughs) Oh wait, I mean density.
He laughs some more. Then silence.
Jim: Funny isn’t it?
Trixie: You really are weird.
Jim: You don’t find it funny?
Trixie: No.
Trixie laughs.
Jim: You ARE weird. You told me it’s NOT funny.
Trixie: No?
Jim: Yes.
Trixie: No. I don’t think it’s funny. (Pause) You are.
Trixie laughs.
Jim: I don’t get you.
Trixie: You never will.
Jim: But at least I always try to.
Trixie: Yeah. Just like high school.
Jim: Just like high school.
Silence.
Trixie: So, will you come to my birthday next week?
Jim: Yes?
Trixie: I knew it! Just like high school I –
Jim: I mean, no.
Silence.
Jim: I’m sorry.
Silence.
Jim: She’ll be leaving by then, Bea. I need to –
Trixie: It’s fine.
Jim: Really?
Trixie: Yeah.
Jim: Good.
Trixie: Good.
Jim: Good?
Trixie: Sure.
Silence.
Trixie: See.
Jim: What?
Trixie: You really can’t get me. (Pause) No matter how hard you try.