The setting
is RACHEL'S living room, a very nice "Leave It to Beaver"
style home. There is a knock at the door. JANET walks in from the
kitchen and answers the door. JANET enters.
RACHEL:
Well, hello there. I'm Rachel.
JANET:
I'm Janet.
RACHEL:
Janet! Oh, it's good to finally meet you.
JANET:
Same here.
RACHEL:
Please, come on in.
JANET:
Thank you. My, what a lovely home.
RACHEL:
Oh
that's so nice of you to say.
JANET:
It really is lovely.
RACHEL
freezes. JANET steps out of the scene to reveal her thoughts.
This is a device that will be used throughout the sketch, as each
character has short asides while others freeze and the character
reveals her inner thoughts.
JANET:
Look at this place. It's like something out of Leave It to Beaver
or Donna Reed! This woman is Donna Reed. All the pictures
of family. Look, there's even one of the family dog. I don't deserve
to set foot in a place like this!
RACHEL:
(Steps out) Look at her, checking this place out. No fooling
a sophisticated woman like that. She knows this place was wrecked
until about three PM today. She can smell it. The toys, the dog,
the pizza stains in front of the couch.
They cheerily
step back into the moment.
RACHEL:
Something to drink? Iced tea? Coke? Fresh-squeezed lemonade?
JANET:
Ohlemonade sounds lovely.
RACHEL
exits. JANET steps out.
JANET:
Fresh-squeezed lemonade? Did you hear that? She's rubbing it in
my face! She's Miss Happy Homemaker while I'm Miss Hate My Job,
Wish I Could Find a Man Before I'm Thirty So I Can Have Kids. Maybe
I could conveniently get a cell phone call to make my escape.
JANET steps
back. RACHEL brings in lemonade and a tray of drinks. She pours
some for JANET.
RACHEL:
Here you go.
JANET:
Thank you. (Takes a sip) Wow, this is good.
RACHEL
steps out.
RACHEL:
You know what that's code for. "Oh, how cute, lemonade. Too
bad you can't offer me a real drink, like a white wine." Or
whatever those career women drink.
Knock at
the door. RACHEL steps back in the scene and answers the door.
DEB:
Hi. Are you Rachel?
RACHEL:
I sure am.
DEB:
I'm Deb.
RACHEL:
Deb! It's nice to meet you. Won't you come on in?
DEB:
Thank you.
DEB steps
inside the house. She steps forward while the others freeze.
DEB:
Just say it, Deb. "Oops, wrong house." Then run like mad.
It's pretty obvious this is one happily married lady. And me? Divorced.
Yes he was a pig. Yes he cheated on me multiple times. But will
she think it matters? I failed my wedding vows. I don't deserve
to be here.
RACHEL:
(Steps out) Okay, maybe I've fooled Janet, but Deb certainly
will smell the uncleanness in this house. She has kids. She knows
the score. Although from the vacancy on her ring finger I see she
also has an advantage: no husband to clean up after.
They step
back in the moment.
RACHEL:
Lemonade?
DEB:
Sure.
They walk
to the couch.
RACHEL:
Deb, this is Janet. Janet, Deb.
JANET:
(Shakes Deb's hand) Nice to meet you.
DEB steps
out.
DEB:
Her next move will be to wash the hands that have touched the divorced
chick.
JANET:
(Steps out) Call me paranoid, but even this one's judging me.
She's divorced, but her eyes say it all. At least she had the guts
to try marriage.
They step
back in the moment and sit on the couch. RACHEL gives DEB some
lemonade.
JANET:
So, do you make fresh-squeezed lemonade?
DEB:
Oh no. Thankfully my kids enjoy good old-fashioned Kool-Aid. I don't
have the time to squeeze lemons and make this delicious drink.
DEB steps
out. The others freeze.
DEB:
Why did I say that? Now they really think I'm a terrible mother,
only giving my girls Kool-Aid.
RACHEL:
(Steps out) You heard her. She doesn't have time to squeeze
lemons. Just come out and say it: "Rachel doesn't have a life!"
JANET:
(Steps out) Kool-Aid
last time I had that it was in
a punch bowl at a frat house with a fifth of vodka. But I'm not
going to tell THEM that story.
Knock on
the door. They all step back in the moment. ANNA enters.
RACHEL:
Hi. Welcome.
ANNA: Hi,
I'm Anna.
RACHEL:
Come on in, Anna. This is Janet and Deb.
JANET:
Hi.
DEB:
Hi.
ANNA steps
out.
ANNA:
Wow, look at them all. I must seem like a baby to them. They're
all probably way more mature than I am and happily married. Probably
never had to visit a counselor in their lives.
JANET:
(Steps out) Look at this. Cute, young.
DEB steps
out with JANET.
JANET/DEB:
Soon as this is over, I'm calling my analyst!
They all
step back in the moment.
DEB:
Join us, Anna. We're just having some lemonade.
ANNA:
That sounds lovely.
RACHEL:
So I understand you just graduated from college?
ANNA:
Yes, I just got hired at a local PR firm.
JANET:
Public relations. How exciting. Any romantic involvements?
ANNA:
Me? Oh no. At least, not at the moment.
RACHEL:
Well, you're young yet. Enjoy it.
JANET steps
out.
JANET:
Yes, enjoy it, Anna. Enjoy your youth, 'cause soon as you hit 25,
it's non-stop pressure to get married. Tell people you're still
single, and they think something's wrong with you.
DEB:
(Steps out) Ah, to be young again. To have a clean slate.
To know what I knew then, that Jack was a lying, cheating fool.
RACHEL:
(Steps out) Young and free
no kids, no dogs, no husband.
To be back out there, roaming the countryside, following the Grateful
Dead
(Reacting to the laughter in the audience) Yeah,
like I'm the only one who didn't tail Jerry and the boys for a summer
and live out of a VW van before returning to the faith of my childhood.
ANNA: (Steps
out) Why do they look at me that way? Anyway, why that question,
"Any romantic involvement?" No, and there won't be for
some time. It's not exactly an easy thing to trust a man and risk
loving someone when you've suffered the abuse I did as a girl. But
I can't share that here. How many of them would know the self-doubt
that comes with such a wound?
They step
back in the moment.
RACHEL:
Lemonade?
ANNA:
Yum, thanks!
The door
opens. TAYLOR enters.
TAYLOR:
Is this the women's small group?
The others
look at TAYLOR. ANNA steps out.
ANNA:
What in the world is that? It must be the anti-Anna!
RACHEL:
(Steps out) Something in this girl reminds me of the princess
and the pea. If there's any doggy mess I forgot to scrape up, she'll
probably sit in it. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing.
DEB:
(Steps out) So young, so cute, so happily married.
JANET:
(Steps out) If only that had been strychnine in the Kool-Aid
instead of vodka.
TAYLOR:
(Steps out. Sweet, innocent, ditzy) Wow, what a pretty, pretty
house. Like the Barbie Dream House I had as a kid. I wonder if they
have a pink Trans-Am too!
They step
back in the moment.
RACHEL:
You must be Taylor.
TAYLOR:
Yes, I am Taylor. And you must be
(Going blank) Who
are you?
RACHEL:
I'm Rachel. This is Deb, Janet and Anna.
TAYLOR:
Hi you all. It's so nice to be here. I've been looking forward to
this all week.
JANET steps
out.
JANET:
What do you know? Barbie is just as sweet and obnoxious as you always
thought.
JANET steps
back.
JANET:
That's a nice rock you have there.
TAYLOR:
Oh, this isn't a rock. It's called a ring.
DEB steps
out.
DEB:
Will you look at that thing? Must be three carats at least!!
TAYLOR:
(Steps out proudly) Five carats of pure cubic zirconium.
Jack wanted to get me a diamond, but why settle for a little bitty
thing when for the same price I can have a huge, shiny sparkly?
They step
back in the moment.
ANNA:
So you're engaged?
TAYLOR:
Yup. We're getting married in three months. You're all invited,
of course.
JANET steps
out.
JANET:
I think I'm busy that day. Root canal, work or maybe a kidney removal.
JANET steps
back.
DEB:
Who's the lucky guy?
TAYLOR:
My fiancée.
DEB:
Does he have a name?
TAYLOR:
Of course he does. How silly would that be if he didn't?
RACHEL:
So what is his name?
TAYLOR:
Jack Baylor. And in three months I'll be Taylor Baylor. Which is
funny because the other cheerleaders called me that in high school.
RACHEL
steps out.
RACHEL:
Taylor Baylor. How cute. Wonder what her husband does? Probably
a stock broker. Or one of those software geniuses.
TAYLOR:
(Steps out, proudly) Jack drives a garbage truck!
They step
back in the moment.
ANNA:
Okay, so shall we get this party started? (Steps out) Not
that I really plan to come back, but we might as well do what we
came here for so I can jet.
RACHEL:
Right, umm
Well, I guess since I'm the host, I'll get things
started. The whole purpose of our meeting is to give us a chance
to
to talk about life. What's going on, where we're struggling
and how we can support each other.
JANET steps
out.
JANET:
Sure, that's exactly what I want. To tell all these ladies how miserable
I am. All so they can smile, nod and think to themselves how glad
they are they chose a family instead of a career.
DEB:
(Steps out) It's a nice thought, but how can any of you possibly
understand the struggles of being a single mom, working and raising
kids at the same time?
ANNA:
(Steps out) You're all so far beyond me. I doubt
if any of you have suffered the horrors that I have. And the last
thing I need is more pity.
TAYLOR:
(Steps out) Hey
my socks don't match. Isn't that funny?
They all
step back.
RACHEL:
So, I guess we'll start by opening it up for prayer requests. What's
going on that we can lift to the Lord? (Long pause) Anyone?
(Another long pause) Anyone care to share first?
RACHEL
steps out.
RACHEL:
Maybe this was a bad idea. I mean how different could five women
be? Can a married mom, a single mom, a career woman, a college grad
and a bride-to-be really come together and-
TAYLOR:
(Interrupting) I have a request. It's for my mom. She's not
doing very well. She's on the waiting list for an organ transplant
and they say she might not make it until the wedding.
RACHEL
walks back to her seat.
RACHEL:
That must be tough.
TAYLOR:
(Shakes her head) The tough part is that she isn't a Christian.
And I've been praying for so long. I want her to get saved before
she
I guess it's kind of hard to relate how I feel.
DEB:
No. I've been praying for my father for the last several years.
He's an alcoholic, and not a believer. Which is probably why I
I
married the man that I did. That's the man I grew up with. And even
though he was harsh towards me, and my family
ANNA:
You still love him.
DEB:
Yes.
ANNA: It's
weird, isn't it? That someone so close can wound you deeply. But
you still love them. I've been dealing with the same thing in my
life. My dad really messed things up for me, to the point that I
wonder if I can ever trust anyone again. I wonder all the time if
I'll ever be able to love, or if I'll be all alone the rest of my
days.
JANET:
Okay, now we're talking about something I can relate to. I look
at this place and the smiles in the pictures. And that gleam in
Taylor's eye as she eyes that rock.
TAYLOR:
It's a ring.
JANET:
And I wonder if I'm going to be alone the rest of my life. But I
guess there are worse places to be than living single.
DEB:
Very true.
RACHEL:
And as great as marriage is, there are days I wish I was still in
that VW van.
ANNA: What
VW van?
RACHEL:
I'll tell you that story later. Meanwhile, let's lift our hearts
up to God.
TAYLOR:
That sounds like a great idea.
They all
join hands, except ANNA, who steps out.
ANNA:
So this is what it means to say the Lord works in mysterious ways.
I almost didn't come today. I'm so glad I did.
ANNA joins
in the held hands.
Lights
out.