What the Night Is For by Michael Weller

Author:Michael Weller [Michael Weller]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-78319-391-2
Publisher: OBERON BOOKS Ltd
Published: 2013-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

ACT TWO

Scene 1

Later.

LINDY and ADAM lie in bed, entangled, the covers bunched and gathered around them concealing much, but not all, of their naked bodies.

The food trolley remains, their half-eaten meal as we last saw it. Clothes lie everywhere.

Silence. Breathing. Stillness. Then –

LINDY: I have bad news.

ADAM: No!

LINDY: My leg.

ADAM: Don’t say it.

LINDY: Asleep. Sorry.

ADAM: Alright, alright. Fast or slow?

LINDY: Medium.

ADAM: On a count of three?

BOTH: One…two…three!

LINDY pulls back her hips with a shudder of pleasure/pain.

LINDY: I hate this part.

She sits up kneading her leg.

ADAM: You hate it!? I’m the one out here in the cold, all shrivelled and sad.

LINDY: They’re such funny little things. Like a furry animal with a life all its own.

ADAM: The image isn’t helpful right now.

LINDY: I wonder what it would be like to have one of my own?

ADAM: You’d be a morphadike.

LINDY: Morphadike?

ADAM: Roo’s word. They did earthworms in science. He couldn’t believe two sexes in the same body.

LINDY: Ahhh, ‘morphadike’. Nice.

ADAM: I asked if he knew what made men and women different. ‘Males go out and you see everything, females go in so you have to guess.’ That’s what he said.

LINDY: I like this boy.

ADAM: Me, too. A lot.

LINDY rises wrapping a sheet around her.

Why the sheet?

LINDY: At our age, modesty is advised. Out of bed, anyway.

She stands and takes a step, wobbling.

ADAM: Still asleep?

LINDY: That ain’t sleep, darlin’, it’s Wobbly Knees, the Push Button Cow. Feeling extremely moo.

She chuckles while hobbling around to get circulation back in her legs.

How did we manage this every other Friday? Where did we find the energy?

She sits at the table, smiling, basking.

ADAM: We rise to the occasion.

LINDY: Bliss. Utter…complete…obscene…perfect bliss. I bet we’re the only guests awake right now. Maybe in the whole state. What if we were the last people on earth? Would that be nice, would you like that, Adam?

ADAM is silent.

ADAM?!

ADAM: (Startled awake.) Hello?

LINDY: Don’t you dare fall asleep on me.

ADAM: (Dreamily.) I was checking my eyelids for holes.

LINDY: All you men want to do is doze off afterwards. Honestly!

She’s idly picking food from plates, nibbling.

ADAM: And what do ‘you women’ want to do…afterwards?

LINDY: Talk, dance, fight a war!

ADAM: You’d win, no contest. Just get all the women in the world to put out for all the guys at once and when they fall asleep afterwards, kill ’em.

LINDY starts cutting her steak into squares.

LINDY: I wrote some poems about us.

ADAM takes a moment to hear this, then props himself up.

She speaks his imaginary reaction.

‘Oh, God, she’s going to read to me, I have to listen and pretend it’s good, is this the price of sex?!’ Don’t worry, I didn’t bring little ‘Jock and Julienne’ with me; that’s the title. Isn’t it awful! Nursery rhymes, kind of, about this little boy and girl lost in a fairytale city. Very erotic.

ADAM: I’d like to read them.

LINDY: No.

ADAM: One day?

LINDY: I want you to know they exist is all. That you were in my thoughts. A lot. Next topic.

She doesn’t look at him, but slices with renewed concentration.

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