Written by Joe Janes
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Larry, late 30s
Grace, late 30s
(Lights up on Larry, wearing sunglasses, sitting on a park bench looking around nervously. Possibly smoking a cigarette. Grace enters.)
(He quickly grabs her and makes her sit down on the bench.)
GRACEOkay, really nice to see you, too.
LARRYDid anyone see you?
GRACESure, lots of people. We’re in a park. Larry, why are you being so clandestine?
LARRYBecause, Grace, I’m a married man.
GRACEAnd I’m a married woman. Doesn’t make it against the law for two old high school friends to meet and catch up.
LARRYMy wife might think differently if she knew I had this. (He takes a note out of his pocket.)
LARRYA note you wrote to me.
GRACEI didn’t write you a note.
LARRYYes. You did. I found it in the lining of my varsity jacket.
GRACEFrom our senior year in high school. Larry, I wrote that note twenty years ago. You just now found it?
LARRYThere was a hole in the pocket. I found it going through some old boxes.
GRACEGuess I don’t feel so bad now about not hearing from you about it.
LARRYGrace. I need to know if what you wrote in this note is true.
GRACELarry, I hardly remember what I wrote. That was a different time.
LARRY (reading note)“I think you’re the greatest guy I have ever met. My love for you is forever. I want you to be my first.” Is it still true?
GRACEIt’s a little late. I’m married, now. With kids. So, are you.
LARRYBut, if I had found this note when you put it there, we’d probably be married. We’d probably have kids.
GRACEBut you didn’t and we’re not and we don’t. Scott Morton was my first.
LARRYScott Morton? That weenie?
GRACEYou didn’t respond to my note. He was available. We did it in his parent’s station wagon after the science fair. His Styrofoam model of an atom kept poking me in the ass. It was all very romantic. But, what’s done is done.
LARRYIt’s not fair. I didn’t know how you felt. Had I known-
GRACEDid you feel the same way about me?
LARRYYes. Absolutely. I thought about you all the time. I was just too shy to do anything about it. A note like this would have given me the confidence I needed to ask out a girl as pretty as you.
GRACEYou thought I was pretty.
LARRYBut you never said a word to me. I didn’t think you were interested.
GRACEI was too shy. Whenever I was around you, my mouth and brain clamped shut. That’s why I poured my heart out in a note. And then it broke when I didn’t hear back from you. I feel a little better knowing it was just a mistake.
LARRYA stupid, miserable mistake. What are we going to do?
GRACEDo? There’s nothing to do.
LARRYAre you happy, now, with -?
GRACESure. I guess. I’m not unhappy. And you?
LARRYSame. Very not unhappy. (Pause) What would we have done?
LARRYIf I did find your note and called you. What would you have wanted to do?
GRACEOh, I had it all planned out. We’d go to the roller rink. Then go to Dodge’s Beach. Build a fire. Go skinny-dipping in the lake. Sleep under the stars. Wake up to the sunrise together.
LARRYThe roller rink closed.
GRACESo did Dodge’s Beach.
LARRYThe sun’s still in business.
GRACESo’s the lake.
LARRYSomething to think about.
GRACEYep. Something to think about.
(Grace kisses Larry on the cheek and exits. Larry takes the note and crumples it up. He puts it in his pocket. Lights fade.)