Koba
As long as you tell me why you lied about the book being for your husband, I can forgive my clothes getting an extra rinsing.
Kate
It wasn’t a lie as much as an inside joke. You know how it is when you first start dating. A special event comes up and you think you found the perfect gift, only it isn’t? And you continue failing to find it all through high school and then all through college? It can be embarrassing.
Koba
And terribly expensive, I’d imagine.
Kate
You have no idea. One time, Pete got me this ugly little chain made of nickel. Thing is, I’m deathly allergic to nickel. We ended up spending that first Valentine’s Day in the emergency room. Now we always buy our own gifts and say they are from each other. That way we get exactly what we want, and no one swells up like a balloon.
Koba
That’s depressing.
Kate
How is it depressing?
Koba
‘cause then there’s no risk to it. It doesn’t even show how well you know your partner. It’s too easy, is what it is.
Kate
It’s efficient. And I don’t remember asking your opinion.
Koba
You’re right. Sometimes I get so deep into a fight, I forget that being right doesn’t mean being unkind.
Kate
Is the rhyming a part of your apology? Or is it you trying too hard to be liked again?
Koba
No. Well, maybe a little.
Indebted to her clueless husband, Kate is resigned to stay buried in her dead end job, until one day, she meets a mysterious man and begins a journey of self discovery that will bring her to the edge of all she knows.
Until Death
Koba
As long as you tell me why you lied about the book being for your husband, I can forgive my clothes getting an extra rinsing.
Kate
It wasn’t a lie as much as an inside joke. You know how it is when you first start dating. A special event comes up and you think you found the perfect gift, only it isn’t? And you continue failing to find it all through high school and then all through college? It can be embarrassing.
Koba
And terribly expensive, I’d imagine.
Kate
You have no idea. One time, Pete got me this ugly little chain made of nickel. Thing is, I’m deathly allergic to nickel. We ended up spending that first Valentine’s Day in the emergency room. Now we always buy our own gifts and say they are from each other. That way we get exactly what we want, and no one swells up like a balloon.
Koba
That’s depressing.
Kate
How is it depressing?
Koba
‘cause then there’s no risk to it. It doesn’t even show how well you know your partner. It’s too easy, is what it is.
Kate
It’s efficient. And I don’t remember asking your opinion.
Koba
You’re right. Sometimes I get so deep into a fight, I forget that being right doesn’t mean being unkind.
Kate
Is the rhyming a part of your apology? Or is it you trying too hard to be liked again?
Koba
No. Well, maybe a little.
Kate
I’d be perfectly happy to not go into that.
Pete
Please feel free to come to me or anyone else on the Human resources staff, when you are on break or off the clock, to talk when you need it.
”Koba”
I know a lot about a lot, but about something? I don’t know if I do.
Tina*
He’s not a good egg. I can feel it.
The Woman*
Plus, some directors feel that an actress with a prosthesis stretches credulity. It blurs what the writer might have intended
Cast
* indicates double
Kate
Female presenting. Mid to late 20’s
I’d be perfectly happy to not go into that.
Pete
A Cis-male. Mid to Late 20's
Please feel free to come to me or anyone else on the Human resources staff, when you are on break or off the clock, to talk when you need it.
”Koba”
Male presenting. A “Cary Grant” type.
I know a lot about a lot, but about something? I don’t know if I do.
Tina*
Cis-Female.
He’s not a good egg. I can feel it.
The Woman*
Female presenting. Has an artificial leg.
Plus, some directors feel that an actress with a prosthesis stretches credulity. It blurs what the writer might have intended
Role | Description |
|---|---|
Kate | Female presenting. Mid to late 20’s |
Pete | A Cis-male. Mid to Late 20's |
”Koba” | Male presenting. A “Cary Grant” type. |
Tina* | Cis-Female. |
The Woman* | Female presenting. Has an artificial leg. |