SETTING: MARY’S living room back in the 1970s.
AT RISE: PATRICK (age 18) is lying on a couch
reading a book. MARY skips onto the stage, dressed as if she’s been out.
I got it! I got it! My first real job!
(throws the book down and sits up.)
That’s great, mom. What is it?
I’m going to be a receptionist for the American Cancer Society. I start on Monday!
Receptionist? Isn’t that a little beneath you?
(still on a high)
I’ll be doing other things too – helping with the campaigns – organizing the volunteers – assisting the director!
Filing papers – making coffee. . .
Maybe – and so what? Everybody has to start somewhere, kiddo. And this is my start!
Do they know that you smoke?
Well – no. . . But I’m going to stop.
(starts dancing around the room)
They help so many people. I can’t wait! I’m actually going to get paid for working. Me – getting paid. I can’t believe it!
Uh, I don’t really know. . .
What do you mean you don’t know?
It never came up.
(slapping his forehead)
You never asked them?
No. . .
(PATRICK stares at MARY with his mouth hanging open.)
It doesn’t really matter. . .
(starts dancing again, happy)
Besides – they have a wonderful benefits package!
(Patrick smiles as he watches her dance around the room.)
(END OF SCENE)
On to Scene 23