Our New Girl (NHB Modern Plays) by Nancy Harris

Author:Nancy Harris [Harris, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781788505093
Publisher: Nick Hern Books

Ten

Later that night.

The room is in darkness. DANIEL comes in in his pyjamas.

He looks around, then up at the cupboard where HAZEL put the camera.

He pulls out a chair and brings it towards the cupboard.

He stands up on it trying to reach.

Light from the hallway creeps into the room. The front door opens. Sounds heard.

DANIEL jumps off the chair and crawls under the table to hide. RICHARD comes towards the door, switching on the light.

RICHARD. What’s the point of having friends in high places if you have to sit in A & E for two bloody hours? Ooh, too bright –

He adjusts the light. ANNIE enters behind him, a small plaster on her lip.

ANNIE. And I didn’t even need the stitches.

RICHARD. Glue’s the same thing, young lady. Don’t you dare start questioning my expertise.

She smiles at him.

ANNIE. Course not.

He opens the fridge and takes out a bottle of white wine.

RICHARD. Think we both deserve a drink after that marathon, don’t you?

ANNIE gets two glasses. He pours.

So go on then. Finish your story.

ANNIE. Which story?

RICHARD. The one about you and that little friend of yours sneaking into the cemetery at midnight to sit by Yeats’s grave.

ANNIE. I did – finish it.

RICHARD. Oh. That was the punchline? That you just sat there all night by his grave?

ANNIE. It’s not a very good story, I suppose.

RICHARD. No, it is, it is. The way you tell it. With your – accent, it’s very poetic.

ANNIE. It’s not poetic.

RICHARD. It is.

ANNIE. It’s just my accent.

RICHARD. There are no dead poets where I’m from, I assure you. To me, you are the essence of exotic, Annie.

He gives her a glass. They move towards the table.

Underneath it, DANIEL shifts quietly, careful not to be seen.

ANNIE. My mam’s buried not far from there. In the new cemetery. Yeats is in the old part, so can’t exactly say she’s buried with William Butler Yeats but… not far.

RICHARD raises his glass.

RICHARD. To your mother.

ANNIE clinks her glass against his.

ANNIE. Mam.

She drinks.

…She drowned. When I was nine.

RICHARD. Oh. How awful.

ANNIE. Did it to herself, they reckon. That’s what’s awful. She said she was going to get some milk. She told me and my sister. She put on her coat and her brown hat and some lipstick and she said, ‘I’m going to get some milk. Keep an eye on the others.’ And she made a sort of face in the mirror at herself. Don’t know what it was meant to mean, that face. But anyway, she went. And it took them a week to find her. We never got to see her after that on account of – what she must’ve looked like after the week in the water. So… I always think of her in front of the mirror instead…

She takes a sip of her drink. RICHARD shakes his head.

RICHARD. Fuck.

ANNIE. Yeah.

RICHARD. Annie.

She takes another drink.

You’re a wonder.

ANNIE. I’m not a wonder.

RICHARD. Yes, you are.

He takes her hands in his.

ANNIE. Sad things happen to people.

RICHARD. Yes, they do. Yes they fucking do.

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