Directed by Sarah David

Featuring Anne Kobori, James Nelson, Nima Sloan & Carina Lastimosa Salazar

A living room with a couch. Sandra is straightening up. From off stage we here Junie.

JUNIE:
     I could use a hand here.

SANDRA:
     Sure.

        Sandra runs off. She enters a second later holding

         Junie up. It’s clear that Junie is ill.

JUNIE:
     Ah, the wellspring of offerings to the porcelain god
     are running fast and furious.

Sandra helps Junie onto the couch.

SANDRA:
     Must be a real treat with this heat.

JUNIE:
     A poet.

SANDRA:
     Don’t you know it.

JUNIE:
     Actually, I’m freezing. Can you get me the blanket?

        Sandra does and covers her up.

SANDRA:
     You need anything else?

JUNIE:
     No, I’m good… on second thought; another body?
     Preferably without cancer… sorry. Just feeling sorry
     for myself.

SANDRA:
     Sweety, you have every right.

JUNIE:
     No. You’ve had to deal with a lot too.

SANDRA:
     I Love you… sickness… health?

JUNIE:

    Way more sickness than health.

SANDRA:
     Once this is all over, we’ll be stronger for it.

JUNIE:

But what if it’s really over? What will you do without my roguish charm and biting wit?

SANDRA:
     Don’t be a little bitch. You know that I’m the one with
     the Roguish charm.

        There is a moment between them. Throughout
          Sandra’s next dialogue, Junie begins to doze off.

SANDRA: 
     Hey, remember the day we met. That Indian Summer? You
     were in that ugly halter top and I was a fucking mess.
     I’d been crying and you came up to me and said “What’s
     the matter; dick took your cheese?” You made me laugh.
     Because that dick Mark did take my cheese. And you knew
     it. You took care of me then and now it’s my turn.

      Junie is asleep.
    I swear to you. we are going to have so many
     adventures. I promise. It’s not the end, it’s only the
     beginning.

         The lights change. Junie disappears and Sandra
          walks to another part of the stage where Mark is
          working at his desk.

MARK:
     Can you give me a hand here?

Sandra begins clapping.

    Very funny. Seriously, I can’t get this problem. You’re
     the genius math nerd.

SANDRA:

Mark! How dare you! I am not a genius! (she goes over to him) C’mon, you know this. This is a really simple equation.

        He grabs her and pulls her onto his lap.

MARK:

I know! It was my evil plan to trap you! Boy, you are really not a genius.

SANDRA:
     Stop it! (they have a moment) Hey, why don’t we go away
     this weekend? We could go up North and stay in one of
     those Air B&B’s take romantic walks on the beach…

MARK:
     Come on, San. We talked about this. Finals are in two
     weeks. I’ve got this paper due and they called me into
     work on top of it.

SANDRA:
     Alright.

MARK:
     After this month, I’m free. We can do whatever you
     want.

SANDRA:
     Promise?

MARK:
     Yes, I promise.

SANDRA:
     Alright. get me a beer and I’ll let you off the
     boyfriend hook.

        Mark gets up and goes to the kitchen. As he walks
          out a folded piece of paper falls out of his
          pocket. Sandra can’t help it and picks it up and
          reads. Mark comes back in.

SANDRA:
     What the hell is this, Mark?

MARK:
     Where did you… why are you reading my stuff?

SANDRA:
     “See you on Saturday?… can’t wait to get you all to
     myself?… kisses?!”

MARK:
     I can explain…

SANDRA:
     No need. You fucker!

        She storms off. The lights change. Molly comes on
          carrying a slew of books.

MOLLY:

I left those bills on the table; they need to be paid before the first. There’s plenty of food in the fridge that needs to get eaten and when that’s gone, you can eat those enchilada things in the freezer. (she heads for the door) Oh and don’t forget to feed Chauncy.

MARK:
     I can’t.

MOLLY:

    You can’t feed the cat?

MARK:
     I can’t do this anymore.

MOLLY:
     You’re fucking kidding me. You’re going to do this now?

MARK:
     What do you expect? I see you for maybe two hours at a
     time at most. When I do you’re “too tired”… “too
     stressed”… too much to do.

MOLLY:
     I’m in Med School Mark. You knew that when you met me!

MARK:
     Sure. but once you graduate, you’re going to be working
     as an intern for, how long? Then residency and then,
     knowing you, you’re never going to stop. I love you but
     I can’t be sitting at home waiting for you. Weren’t we
     going to try to have kids? Wasn’t that the plan?

MOLLY:
     And we will. just not right now.

MARK:
     Not ever, Mol. You work day and night and it’s never
     going to stop

MOLLY:
     Wait a minute, isn’t this the reason your last
     girlfriend left you?

MARK:

(shouting) No, Sandra left me because I cheated on her with you!

MOLLY:
     Exactly!

        Mark is stunned. he starts to walk off, then
          turns.

MARK:
     You know how I felt about that. I did it because I
     wanted to be with yo

        he walks off. Molly throws one of her books at
          him. the lights change. she puts on a white lab
          coat, goes to the desk and talks into the
          intercom.

MOLLY:
     Shelly, can you send the Segals?

        She pulls up two chairs to the desk. Sandra and Junie enters

    Have a seat.

        Sandra starts to sit.

JUNIE:
     I’ll stand.

SANDRA:
     I guess I’ll stand too.

JUNIE:
     Before you give us the news, I want you to know that I
     know what you’re going to say. You and your sad face
     and boo hoo eyes. I know it’s bad. I can tell. I have
     eyes too. I’m psychic. I have psychic eyes and I can
     see right through you Doctor Boo Hoo! It’s bad, right?
     Just say it’s bad! It wouldn’t be good, right? Is it
     good?

MOLLY:
     Actually, I called you in here because I can’t give
     sensitive information on the phone… the news
     is…good. It’s good news.

        They are overwhelmed.

SANDRA:
     You see? I told you! It’s the beginning!END

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