Miction

Mary: NARANCIA!

Ricardo enters with a chef hat on

Ricardo: OI! Mary?! Why-a you-a screaming? Cant-a you-a see-a I'mma cooking meea meatballs?

Mary (Sobbing): N-N-N-Narancia... He's... DEAD!

Mary throws her computer to the side and then herself at the ground.

Ricardo: Mary, how many-a times do I have to tell-a you to stop obsessing over Narancia?

Mary: You're sounding not Italian enough right now.

Ricardo: Listen-a here-a, shorty, I am a really tall man and I-a demand-a you stop-a you're-a crying-a. I am so tall and so strong--

Ricardo pauses to give his arm muscles a kiss each.

Ricardo: That you must-a obey-a me-a! Now-a if-a you-a will-a excuse-a me-a, I must-a go back-a to cooking da meetaballs.

Mary shakes silently as she holds back her sobs. She knows she must not be too loud or she will disrupt her beloved husband's Italian cooking.

Katya enters, figure skates in hand. They notice Mary shaking on the floor, rocking back and forth. They walk towards Mary and (fancily) place a hand on Mary's shoulder.

Katya: Oh goodness! What ails you dear Mary? What troubles your heart so to cause you these tears? Has Ricardo over cooked his meatballs again? Has the Landlord come back to demand we pay rent?

Mary (whispering): I-It's... Narancia... He's... DEAD!

Mary starts wailing loudly again. Katya tries to comfort her, and Ricardo enters again.

Ricardo: I-a thought-a I-a toldy-a to stop-a your-a crying-a! Silence already!

Mary: YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND! YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND ME, RICARDO!!! NARANCIA JUST DIED AND YOU ARE COOKING YOUR MEATBALLS! YOU ARE ALWAYS COOKING YOUR MEATBALLS! WHY CAN'T YOU CARE ABOUT ME FOR ONCE!

Mary storms out, leaving Katya and Ricardo alone.

Katya: Ricardo, you have thus committed a grandiose act against your wife! How could you be so inconsiderate?

Ricardo: I-A AM A BIG STRONG ITALIAN-A MAN-A!! HOW DARE SHE ACT OUT AGAINST-A ME-A!! I AM 7 FEET TALL!

Ricardo exits to go make (Italian) meatballs.

Katya stays still for a moment but then he exits too.

It is now midnight, everything is mostly dark. Mary crouches by a lake, a few street lamps are lit nearby illuminating her tears. She is sobbing loudly and there is a human-like figure lurking nearby. She does not notice.

Mary: I can't believe Narancia is DEAD!

(The figure emerging from the shadows): Mary...

Mary turns around and gasps.

Mary: NARANCIA???

Mary passes out. Narancia stares at her and then walks up to her and picks her up. He places her on a bench and puts a blanket over her. The lights go out and then fade back in and Narancia is gone.

Mary wakes up. it is now morning.

Mary: Narancia...? Narancia... I had such a strange dream last night. I went to the lake and then Narancia came to me. He said my name. Oh, what's this? This isn't my blanket. This isn't my bed! Perhaps... Perhaps, that wasn't a dream? Did Narancia actually visit me? Did he leave me this blanket?

Katya enters.

Katya: Oh great heavens! Why are you laying on a bench dear Mary? You did not come home last night and I was worried whatever are you--"