(In a darkroom, Rachelle, a middle aged married woman whose face and built shows that she had seen better days, reads a book at the kitchen table alone.)
Rachelle: (To no one in particular) I wonder how long it will be until he comes home. It's already 12:30 am. He said he was going to come home early tonight, eat my homemade dinner, instead of drinking out with his friends. I made him is favorite food filled with love, from scratch. But all he does is make false promises, since i married him years ago. There's no point in getting angry now.
(Door opens to reveal Harold, Rachelle's husband, looking obviously drunk.)
Harold: (Calling out) Sweetheart, I'm home!
Rachelle: (Approaching Harold by the door) I can smell the alcohol in your breath.
Harold: And I can smell it too. (Laughs as though he has said something very funny)
Rachelle: If you were just going to get drunk and come home late, why did you even bother telling me that you were going to try to come home early?
Harold: Hey cut me some slack. It's still pretty early, and I never said that I
i'd come home sober.
Rachelle: 12:30am is early? Dinner was supposed to be at 7:00pm.
Harold: Well, I'm full now, so it's okay, you don't have to worry.
Rachelle: Oh, well I'm sorry, all the hard work I poured into your meal was just a waste then.
Harold: All the "hard work"? You think you can talk about hard work to my face? Do you know how hard it is to work at that stupid corporation all day?!
Rachelle: Do you know how hard it is to be your wife? Why can't you be like other husbands? Loving, caring and actually existent at home?!
Harold: Oh, so that's what you're going to do? Compare me? Who do you think you are a woman?
Rachelle: The person who has to deal with all of your crap since we got maried. The person who has to defend your name when rumors go around about you and that other younger girl that you hang out with that you refuse to talk about. The person who can no longer hold back her anger towards you and your too carefree personality.
Harold: Oh that's none of your business. You're just giving yourself extra work.
Rachelle: No, YOU are the one who is making me so miserable. By making false promises, breaking my heart, never keeping true to your words since the day at the altar!
Harold: I am trying my hardest.
Rachelle: No, you have not. You barely lived up to the person you promised you'd be. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT I'M SO SAD ALL THE TIME! I SHOULD HAVE MARRIED SOMEONE BETTER!!
Harold: SHUT UP! (Violently strikes out at Rachelle) Why do you always pressure me like this? (Exit)
Rachelle: (Gently caressing her wound) I've had it. I can stand being with him anymore.
