📖NEW CHAPTER: An Awkward Conversation!
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SET DESIGN: Distressed text light projection superimposed over set:
“The realities moving on the other side of the everyday world.” - Jill Carattini
SOUND FX: Cue “One Night in Bangkok” by Louise Robey -
https://open.spotify.com/track/60BoSBDeGpw74mIUUKoxLM?si=T8CVkutZR-S9yLKP70WsJA
SONG INTRO: Thunderclap
“One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
And if you're lucky then the god's a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me!”
Angel Hair (not sounding like a complete caricature of himself at all): Good afternoon, ladies.
Saran (literally not looking up from her phone at all): Get lost, creep.
“I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine!”
Angel Hair (Endearingly): Don't be like that! What's done is done! (Turning to Velveteen) How are your oysters today?
“One night in Bangkok makes a hard Man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me!”
Velveteen (wide eyed with oyster ecstasy - so much fun!) (Waves): Really good!
Angel Hair: You girls still at, what is it? (Sneering): “Chicken Family Restaurant?”
Saran (Rolling her eyes, snarky): OMG, can we please not?
“So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage parlours -- “
Velveteen (eyes coming back into focus): It’s very nice to see you, Mr. Bernardi. (Extends her hand in a forthright Manner, head up, shoulders straight.)
“One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain't free
You'll find a god in every golden cloister
A little flesh, a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me!”
AngerHair (taking her tiny hand in his giant hoof): Let me know if you guys ever want to start making money again! (Pauses just long enough to insinuate that this is where he would chuckle to himself at their folly. Which he won't. Too much class.) (Walks away.)
“One night in Bangkok makes a hard Man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can't be too careful with your company
I can feel the devil walking next to me!”
Saran (Eyes still glued to her phone): Creep.
(Velveteen does not respond at all, fixated as she is on the Platter of Rapture laid out before her.)
Next: Saran's Memory!
Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
"So, look. Miss Andrews."
"Yes."
"You understand this is a very serious charge to bring against anyone."
"Yes."
"Let alone your own brother."
"Yes."
"It never happened."
"Well, actually, it kind of totally did."
"You are deluded."
"Well, that may be, but I would submit that my mental health history is a result of having stuff like that done to me in the first place."
"You lie."
"I don't, actually. In fact, this is the first...
Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community ...
