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Monologue Mania Day #931 I Can Wait (c) Aug. 31, 2016
I Can Wait
(for the as yet untitled play )
(for the as yet untitled play )
by Janet S. Tiger
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(This is a nice looking young man, in work clothes, but not yet dirty. This is Ireland, in the 1970s, and he is speaking to MOIRA, attractive, in her 30s, the woman he works for...for now)
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(This is a nice looking young man, in work clothes, but not yet dirty. This is Ireland, in the 1970s, and he is speaking to MOIRA, attractive, in her 30s, the woman he works for...for now)
SEAN - Well, I thank you, Mrs. McKinley, you made a fine birthday breakfast for my 18th......
MOIRA - You bein' 18, I think you have earned the right to call me....Moira....
SEAN - Well, I thank you, (says it with pleasure) Moira, you made a fine birthday breakfast for my 18th.......only, it's missing one thing.......
MOIRA - (Annoyed) What do you mean, Sean, I made all your favorites! I made you the bacon, and the oatmeal with raisins, and even the scone with the butter I made myself!
SEAN - And I thank you for them all, they were delicious.....
(He rubs his stomach and she nods)
MOIRA- Seeing as you ate it all, I suppose that's enough thanks.....
SEAN - And I thank you for all you've done for me, all these years.....no one ever took care of me like you have....
MOIRA - So what's the complaint.....
SEAN - Have no complaint, just said one thing was missing.....and that thing.....is you.
MOIRA - (Pretends not to understand) What in God's good name are you going on about? I'm right here just like always.....
(She hustles around, cleaning up)
SEAN - You can pretend with others, but I know, and you know, too....
MOIRA - For such knowledgeable folk, I have no idea what you are talking about....
SEAN - I'm a man, now, 18, and I want to .....I want to be.....taking care of you....
MOIRA - (Still pretending) Well, of course you take care, Sean, you do a fine job with the horses, and the stables.....
SEAN - You pay me for that, and that's not what I mean.....a blind man could see what I feel for you, Moira.....
MOIRA - All right, Sean, that'll be enough fooling around. We have a lot of work to do today, the Donahues will be here for their mare, and we need to be picking up some hay...
SEAN - Why do you think we're doin' these things...Moira....where's Mr. McKinley?
MOIRA - (Embarrassed) I'm sure he'll be back very soon, and I don't think he'd like the way you're talking with me.....
(Sean walks over and stops her from any more cleaning up, then steps back)
SEAN - He's never here to help because he's always....somewhere else......and I think you deserve better, you do.
MOIRA - Well, wherever he is, he's still my husband, the father of those three girls you'll be driving to school in a few minutes, and that is all there is......
SEAN - You feel the same way I feel for you....I know, I can tell......and maybe I'm a bit young....
MOIRA - (Laughs) Young? You're exactly half my age! I'll be 36 next month, my boy!
SEAN - Enough time for a divorce......and to plan a marriage.....
MOIRA - Did you drink too much ale last night? You must be daft!
SEAN - No ale last night, and I'm not daft, I'm in love with you, and I have been since I first laid eyes on you.....
MOIRA - Which was when you were 12 years old! When the police dropped you off here, drunk off your arse!
SEAN - (laughs, remembering) And no place to go.....not home .....but home I came when I came here.......I don't remember that night, just the next morning, when I woke up and you were lookin' at me, and you had a plate of those scones, and I loved you......
MOIRA - I think you loved the scones, and anyone who brought them!
SEAN - You can laugh all you want, but when I know what I want, I get it. I can wait, and I get it.
First time I saw a horse, I knew I wanted one. My father only cared for his pub, never owned a horse, but when I saw one, I knew I would have one....took me 10 years, but that came true.....and you will, too.....
MOIRA - Daft you were, and daft you are now! I'm a married woman! And I have three children - and a husband who's still alive! And you have ...what? A job on my farm? Do ya think I'd throw my husband out and....do what? Marry you? And let's say.....and this is completely impossible, that I loved you.....
(The words hang there and she looks away, almost blushing)
MOIRA - Which I don't but, even if I did, in 10 years, I'll be almost 50.....and you'll still be a boy!
SEAN - I'll not be a boy, I'll be a 28 year old man, and you'll still be beautiful, and I won't be half your age, I'll be catching up! I'll be 28/38 of your age...much closer, don't you think? And when I'm a million, you'll only be a million and 18, that's 99.999 per cent! No difference!
MOIRA- Always with the numbers
MOIRA - And I'm the one who's been brought up to know what they mean! And this means that ....the subject is closed! I will not hear any more of such silly talk! And that's all...
(She is a bit confused and tries to get by him, he stops her and looks her in the eye)
SEAN - That's all right, Mrs. M....Moira......I can wait.....
(He gives her a kiss on the forehead and turns to leave, while she stands there speechless, he turns back, smiling)
SEAN - I can wait......
(Lights down as he exits, end of scene)
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315 CaregiversAnon.org
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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
Playwright-in-Residence
Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
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Wow. Hot stuff.
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