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Monologue
Mania Day # 197 by Janet S. Tiger Breakfast With the Devil Aug.28, 2014Breakfast With The Devil
A monologue by
Janet S. Tiger ©
all rights reserved
tigerteam1@gmail.com
(Hispanic woman comes on stage, she is perhaps in her late thirties, slight
accent, she is calm. She crosses herself)
Forgive me father, for I have
sinned......it has been, how long? Over one year since my last
confession. I just couldn't come after they arrested my husband. It
was too hard, too many things. First the funerals, then the arrest.
No, I had a lot of doubts this year.
(She listens)
Yes, father, we are the family in
the newspaper.
The trial is over. That is why I come to see you now. I knew they would not convict my husband
...... There are good things to living in a small town…….these are our friends
on the jury.
They knew he could not kill
that man even though that man killed my sons…even though that man was drunk, my
Jorge is not a killer.
(She remembers, her eyes seeing that
day)
My sons were helping my husband
right in front of our house, unloading the car of the groceries from the Home
Depot, so they could plant the garden for me this year. They were old
enough now to help, to dig, to work hard.
Peppers, three different kinds……one caliente….very hot, another mild……some
cilantro……a rose bush because I like roses…….they are pretty…..
(She takes a deep breath)
My only sons. Jose was only
10, his brother only 7. They were good boys... they were helping
their father.
The man who killed them was not a
good man ....my husband was horrified.... the car hit them so fast they
were dead before the ambulance came ......we had to have ..(hard to say) …
closed coffins.....
(She
takes out a handkerchief and blows her nose.)
But shooting the drunk man that
killed our sons, that my husband did not do.
The police said it was him, but I
knew it was not him. They tested him for gunpowder, it was no gunpowder
on him and there was no gun. They never found the gun.
That man that kill my boys was not
a good man. Many people might want him to be dead.
He had accidents before this, he
was drunk many times. But still he drives, still he drinks.
How many more good children would
he have killed? I am not sad he is dead,
I do not cry for him…..
(She looks and nods.)
What if he was drunk again, and
driving near your city……would he have killed your brother, your sister?
Their children?
I am glad that man is dead.
My husband is a free man now...... it only took the jury a few hours to decide
because they know he would never kill anyone.
How do I know that? Because
I shot that man.
(She
listens)
But I was raised to come to you,
father, so I accuse myself....... of killing a bad man. I kill that bad
man and if I did the wrong thing then I will be having breakfast with the devil
someday.
(She
listens, then stands up to leave. Turns back.)
Thank you father. I also
accuse myself of lying to the police. I did know where the gun was.
I put it in one of the coffins.
(She crosses herself as she leaves. The end.)
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Janet
S. Tiger 858-736-6315
Member
Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg
Hall 2006-8
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