My story Mrs. Everett, has still been going on I just haven’t written it down. At any rate, here’s a recent phone call between Mr. and Mrs. Everett. She’s in Umbria *really* living it up now and since she’s in such a good mood, she is uncommonly friendly to her normally freezer-cold husband who we begin to see, is human and just possibly, was once a man who loved deeply.
E: “What does it look like?”
P: “It looks like someone tossed olive oil and lemon over the landscape and made a salad with it. ”
E: “Why can’t you just ever say something simply?”
P: “I’m not lonely. ”
E: “Why should you be? You’re holidaying.”
P: “I am not holidaying. That’s akin to merrymaking. It’s much more than that.”
E: “Oh, of course. You’re on a journey of the soul.”
P: “Edward…you know it’s just so.. simple to play stupid but in fact I know you are not stupid and I know that you understand everything about this but were you to admit that than you would also be admitting your culpability in it.”
E: “My culpability?Ah! Oh yes, my bank account, right, that’s right, I totally forgot for a moment who is funding this sojourn.”
P: “Did I mention I’m going to visit your sister?”
E: “Peg? Why on earth? You will hate it there. “(Starts laughing).
P: “You think I can’t go to the outback and shear a few bloody sheep? I’m much stronger than you give me credit for Edward. ” (She laughs a little finally as Edward keeps laughing.)
P: “She’s promised me free accom for exchange of some help with getting some exposure for the farm and such. And I should remind you I’ve been living off my own resources.”
E: “Yes, I did notice a rather big drop off after Paris. Your grandmother then?”
P: “Yes.” Prue goes quiet.
P: “I have to go Edward. Don’t–
E: “I won’t, have to run myself….Prue?…I am here, if you do–
P: “I’ll be fine, good night then or rather good morning over there.”
E: “Good night Prue.”
Line goes dead. End of scene.