Yellow (Completed ✔️)

Scene III

(Setting: The kitchen again, that same night. A small table is set up, with yellow tulips in an empty coke bottle. Two candles are lit- it is all the stereotypes of a romantic dinner. ISAAC and DIANNE are seated at the table having just finished their meal.)

DIANNE: Thank you for making dinner tonight. It was lovely.

ISAAC: I'm glad you like it. Thanks to you as well for staying in the room while I got it done. Took a while, but I'm glad you were patient. (He pours her a glass of wine. She drinks it all at once, but says nothing.) Dianne... (She looks at him absently. He pours her another glass, just to be doing something with his hands.) Dianne, I have to ask: Are you alright? You've been very... distant these past few days. It's not like you at all.

DIANNE: I'm fine, really.

ISAAC: Have I... have I done something wrong? Something to upset you? (DIANNE goes silent again. She reaches for her glass again, but sips at it this time.) You know I only ask because I worry about you, and because... well, because even you and all of China have said that I can be a bit oblivious sometimes. I want to make sure that everything is... okay.

DIANNE: No, love... no, you haven't done anything wrong. I'm so sorry, I have been really distracted lately. But I'm alright, really truly.

ISAAC: Yes, well. I love you.

DIANNE: More than the stars love the moon.

(A silence falls over them. DIANNE is too absent to keep the conversation going and ISAAC doesn't know how to get the talk going either. He coughs to excuse himself to grab another bottle of wine. When he sits back down again, he fills his own glass, but notices DIANNE is still worlds away.)

ISAAC: Dianne, I-

DIANNE: Isaac, would you forgive me if I told you I'd done something terrible?

ISAAC: What? What do you mean, 'terrible'?

DIANNE: I- It's just... it's hypothetical. If I had cheated- someone- out of their money, per se. It's unethical, I know. I know that very much, but would you... (She looks at him again.) Would you hate me very much for it?

ISAAC: Well, I suppose, erm... How much money did you supposedly steal?

DIANNE: Eight- eight... hundred. (ISAAC chokes on his wine.) For a painting. A beautiful, beautiful painting. But... it wasn't real, Isaac. It was a fake. It wasn't worth as much as I sold it for. How do I make things right?

ISAAC: Well, I suppose you ought to find the person you sold it to and come clean, return the money to them. (He takes another sip of wine.) Just hope by God that they don't turn to the authorities and whatnot.

DIANNE: Yes... I suppose so.

ISAAC: Dianne. Dianne, do you remember the first time we met? How lovely you looked in the radiant sunlight of that day? The water at the beach was cold but that didn't stop you from going in. When you came out I just had to ask-

DIANNE: 'Miss, how can someone so warm as you not be bothered by the cold?'

ISAAC: We have good memories. I am both happy and proud to have been able to call you my wife for the last eight years.

(He raises his glass to a toast, and she meets him to it. They fall into a moment of silence, and then, at the same time:)

ISAAC: So, I was wondering-

DIANNE: There's something else I-

(They stop.)

ISAAC: Oh, sorry. Go ahead.

DIANNE: No, no, speak. What's on your mind?

ISAAC: Right, yes, well. I was wondering if you'd be interested in going to see a movie sometime this weekend.

DIANNE: Any movie in particular?

ISAAC: I'm not sure. I was thinking that you might want to decide. But of course, if you don't want to, I wouldn't mind.

DIANNE: I'd love to, Isaac. That sounds fun.

ISAAC: Oh, good. I'm glad. (More silence.) Uh, you wanted to say something. Or ask me something? Or- something.

DIANNE: Well- yes. I just... It's totally out of the left field, really. But... (awkward silence) Have you ever had... fantasies?

ISAAC: What?

DIANNE: Fantasies. You know- of other girls? Do you ever think of having sex with other women? Or, uhm... or men?

ISAAC: I... No? Not anything in particular. I mean, we've watched porn before but, you know, I'm not sure that counts.

DIANNE: And what about... including someone else?

ISAAC: Someone else?

DIANNE: Yeah. Another woman, for example. Would you ever want to have another woman... in bed... with us?

ISAAC: Like a threesome? (He chuckles awkwardly.) I mean, not since high school, no. I'm in love with you, Dianne. I don't really want to share you with anyone else.

DIANNE: I see.

ISAAC: Why do you ask? Are you having... fantasies?

DIANNE: No, no! Of course not! It was just a question.

ISAAC: Alright then.

(DIANNE gets up, stretching her arms.)

DIANNE: I think that it's time to get to bed, don't you?

ISAAC: You're tired? It's barely ten.

DIANNE: Oh, no. (She takes ISAAC's hand as she passes his side of the table, leading him seductively towards the bedroom.) I'm just done with all the... theoretical talk. Let's do something physical.

ISAAC: Oh! Oh, yeah. I can get with that.

DIANNE: Yeah, you can. Why don't you go get ready? I'll put stuff away out here.

(ISAAC pulls her close, kissing her lovingly.)

ISAAC: Don't take too long.

DIANNE: Oh, I won't.

(She nudges him off towards the bedroom. Then she turns to the table and quickly puts the dishes in the sink and puts out the candles. Then she stops by the island and nearly breaks down into gasping sobs. She allows herself a moment, then recomposes herself.)

DIANNE: Okay. It's okay.

(She hurries off towards the bedroom, beginning to undress. Lights go down. End Scene.)