ACT 2
Scene 3

THE BARRETO’S LIVING ROOM – THE FOLLOWING MORNING
(Marcy is standing with a Sampler Chef catalogue in her hands.  She has the phone up to her ear.)

MARCY
Yes, hello.  My name is Marcy Barreto.  I was just at one of your parties yesterday evening and I
placed an order.  I was actually wondering – because I was looking through your catalog for like the
fourth time – if I could add a few items?  Or is it too late?  No?  Great!

(The back door opens and Emma enters.)

EMMA
Hi, Marcy.

MARCY
Shh!

EMMA
Sorry.

(She goes over to the table and pours herself a cup of coffee.)

MARCY
I’m looking at your California rolls.  Are they good?  They look good in the picture, but you know
everything always looks good in the picture.  So you have had them?  Excellent.  I’ll take two of
those.  I would also like to add four orders of Stuffed Mushrooms, four orders of Savory Tilapia with
Grilled Vegetables and three orders of the Milky Way Cream Pie.  No, make that six.  And I think that
will do it.  Thanks, Chris.

(She hangs up the phone.)

EMMA
Stocking up?

MARCY
Well, I’m getting such a good bargain.  It just seems silly to pass it up.  (She goes over to Emma to
show her the magazine.)
You see, each time you spend up to a certain amount, you get something free.  I’ve spent this much, so
I’m going to get a free oven mitt.

EMMA
I’m getting the food processor.

MARCY
Really?  I didn’t see those in here.

EMMA
The back of the book.

(Marcy flips the pages.)

MARCY
You spent that much money?  (Emma shrugs and picks up an apple.)  What did Brent say?

EMMA
He didn’t say anything.  I didn’t tell him.  He’ll find out when the bill arrives.

MARCY
Yeah, then he’ll keel over from a heart attack.

EMMA
(smiling)
Maybe.

MARCY
You know, it wouldn’t hurt to start being more considerate of your husband.

EMMA
Don’t start sounding like Allison.

MARCY
Speaking of Allison, I think she missed the party again.

EMMA
We got lucky.

MARCY
I guess.  I certainly wouldn’t have known what to tell her.  Do you think I should call her and make
sure she’s okay?

(Just then, Allison comes in the front door and slams it behind her.)

EMMA
No.

(She takes a bite of her apple and sits down.)

MARCY
Allison, what’s wrong?

EMMA
(whispers)
She’s pissed.

(She takes the Sampler Chef catalogue from Marcy.  Marcy snatches it back and hides it behind
her as Allison approaches the table.)

ALLISON
That man!

MARCY
Nathan?

ALLISON
Yes!  He’s such a...a

EMMA
(leaning forward with and giving Allison an encouraging look)
Come on, you can say it.

ALLISON
Pig!

EMMA
(sarcastically)
Way to dig into your dark side, Allison.

MARCY
What happened?

ALLISON
I was all ready to go to the party last night.  I did my hair and put on one of my best dresses.  (She
gives Emma a scornful look before she can make a comment.  Emma turns away.)  
Then, when I
was just about to go out the door, Nathan calls me and tells me that we have to go over to his parents’
house to visit them.

MARCY
Wasn’t that kind of short notice?

ALLISON
That’s what I said, but he said that it had been planned for a while.  He just forgot to tell me.  I told
him that maybe, if he weren’t so busy in his office doing whatever it is he’s always doing, he would
remember things like telling his wife that we have a commitment.

MARCY
And his response was?

ALLISON
He said he was sorry.

EMMA
Wimp.
(Allison plops down in a chair.)

ALLISON
I’m just so tired of this.  I’m tired of being second fiddle to whatever it is he’s always doing.  You
know, we used to do everything together all the time.  Now, he doesn’t want to do things with me any
more and I don’t understand what happened.

EMMA
You lost your mystery.

ALLISON
What?

MARCY
Don’t listen to her.

EMMA
It’s true.  The two of you have been together for what?  Two years?

ALLISON
Yes.

EMMA
And now Nathan knows all there is to know about you.  Everything there was to find has been
discovered.  Now, the thrill is gone.

ALLISON
(wails)
Oh, no!

MARCY
Allison, that’s not true.
(She puts a comforting hand on Allison’s shoulder, while swatting Emma away with the catalogue.  
Emma ignores her.)

ALLISON
No, she’s right.  It’s true.

EMMA
It happens to all of us...eventually.

ALLISON
I’m just a dreary housewife who is no longer exciting to my husband – like Emma.

EMMA
Hold on a second!

MARCY
Allison, even if any of that is just a little true, it doesn’t mean that your marriage is over.

ALLISON
It doesn’t?

MARCY
Of course not.  All marriages have their ups and downs, their ins their outs.

EMMA
Marcy, if that was in the marriage, there wouldn’t be any problems.

MARCY
You are so sick.

EMMA
(to Allison)
But the good thing about this is that this problem has a solution.

ALLISON
It does?

EMMA
All you have to do is get your husband to notice you again.

ALLISON
I’ve bee trying, but it hasn’t been working.

EMMA
That’s because you’re not doing it right.  You have to do what we’re doing.

(Marcy gives her a look.)

ALLISON
What you’re doing?

EMMA
Yeah.  Right, Marcy?

MARCY
Don’t look at me!

EMMA
But you’re so much better at explaining things than I am.

MARCY
I don’t want to do it.

EMMA
You’d really prefer that she heard it from me?

MARCY
That’s not fair.

ALLISON
What are you two talking about?  What’s going on?  (She stands and takes the catalogue out of
Marcy’s hand.)  
What’s this?

EMMA
Uh-oh.

MARCY
Allison, we can explain.

ALLISON
This is a Sampler Chef catalogue.  Where did you get this?

MARCY
At a Sampler Chef party.

ALLISON
You went to a party?

MARCY
Two, actually.  Jillian’s and Katrina’s.

ALLISON
Wait.  I don’t understand.  You said that you weren’t interested in the parties, but you went anyway.  
You went to both parties without me and you didn’t want me to know.

EMMA
Okay, well, that makes it sound really bad.

ALLISON
(yelling)
Well, isn’t it?  I thought you were my friends, but apparently not.

(She starts towards the front door, but Marcy and Emma block her.)

EMMA
Stop, Allison!

MARCY
I know it looks bad, but it’s not what you’re thinking.  Let us explain.

ALLISON
(crossing her arms over her chest.)
I’m waiting.

MARCY
Well, I’m not really sure where to start.

ALLISON
Try the truth.

EMMA
So, she does have some spunk.

MARCY
Shut up, Emma.  You’re not helping.  (She puts her arm around Allison’s shoulders and leads her to
the sofa.  Emma follows.  They all sit – Allison in the middle and Marcy and Emma on each side of
her.)  
About these parties, we weren’t really sure if they were something that you’d be interested in
attending.

ALLISON
(scornfully)
You mean like you weren’t?

MARCY
Look, Allison, I’m sorry about that.

EMMA
So am I.

MARCY
We never meant to keep anything from you.  It just never seemed like the right time.

ALLISON
For what?

MARCY
To tell you about the parties.

ALLISON
What’s wrong with the parties?

MARCY
Nothing.  It’s just that—

EMMA
Things are a little--

MARCY
Complicated.  

EMMA
Meaning that you have to swear that you won’t tell anyone about them.

MARCY
Not even your husband.

EMMA
No, especially not your husband.  No one can know.  If this gets out, it will be the end of the world as
we have come to know it.

MARCY
So, do you swear?

ALLISON
Okay.  Yes, I swear.

MARCY
Okay.
(She leans over and whisper’s in Allison’s ear.  Allison gasps.)

EMMA
That’s not all.  Listen to this.
(She leans over and whispers in Allison’s other ear.)

MARCY
And.
(She whispers into Allison’s ear again.  Emma giggles and whispers again.)

ALLISON
I don’t believe it!
(She stands straight up and starts towards the front door.  Marcy and Emma jump to their feet.  
Emma hurries forward and plasters herself in front of the door to block it, while Marcy stops
Allison by grabbing her arm.)

MARCY
Wait a minute!  You can’t leave!

EMMA
You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone.

ALLISON
I’m not gong to tell anyone.  I’m going home to change my clothes.  If you think I’m going to be caught
wearing this frock to tonight’s party, you’ve got to be out of your minds!

(She pulls her arm out of Marcy’s grasp, peals Emma away from the door and marches out.  Marcy
and Emma stare at each other, stunned.)

LIGHTS FADE OUT
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