Written by Joe Janes
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(Lights up on Chantrelle sitting on the edge of a bed. She wears short shorts with nylons and high heels, a tight top and a big red wig. She stares off into space. Offstage, we hear a man whistling. Lamont enters wearing a light purple suit, a purple felt hat and a cane.)
LAMONTOh, hi, Honey. I didn’t know you were home.
CHANTRELLEOh, hi, Lamont.
(She starts to take off her shoes and he starts to remove his hat and coat.)
LAMONTHow was your day?
CHANTRELLEOh, the usual. On my feet or on my knees. Suck this, pull that. I’m exhausted.
(She rubs her wrist.)
LAMONTYour wrist bugging you, again? I told you to go see a doctor.
CHANTRELLEI will, I will. Just don’t have the time between work and the kids.
(During their conversation, they are getting ready for bed, changing out of their work clothes and into some very plain sleepwear.)
LAMONTI hear ya’, but you better take care of that. It’s an occupational hazard for you. You can’t use your wrists, that’s going to cut into your pay.
CHANTRELLEI know. I was thinking of taking some time off.
LAMONTChantrelle, you know with the kids and the house, we need both our incomes. We can’t afford to take a vacation. That’s a lot of money going out and none coming in.
CHANTRELLEIt could be a working vacation. Lie on the beach all day, do a little work at night to cover the expenses.
LAMONTYou really need a break?
CHANTRELLEI’m tired and my mind is turning to mush. My English degree is totally going to waste.
LAMONTWell, I’ll think about it. Aren’t you going to ask me about my day?
CHANTRELLEI’m sorry, honey. How was your day?
LAMONTOh, same old, same old. Although, I might be expanding into the east side a bit, which could bring in more money for us.
CHANTRELLEFor a vacation?
LAMONTI was thinking a college fund for Danitra.
CHANTRELLEOh, that reminds me. Tomorrow’s “Bring Your Daughter To Work Day.”
(They get under the covers of the bed.)
LAMONTOh, that’ll be nice. Danitra will have a good time.
CHANTRELLEShe’s excited about it. She’s already got a wig picked out. I’ll have her help me out, too.
LAMONTShe’s such a good little helper.
LAMONTYou know, I was thinking, it’s been awhile since-
CHANTRELLEMy wrist is really killing me.
LAMONTSure, Babe, sure. Good night.
(She sits for a moment as Lamont rolls over and goes to sleep. She sighs and turns off the light. Blackout.)