It’s been cast. It’s going up next week (alongside Fun Dancing) as part of a double-billing I’m cleverly calling “Sanguine Relationships”.
The full script of the first draft of ‘The Hemophiliac’ used to be up here, but now all you get is a taste–
(A silence. They take it to mean two different things)
2: You were telling your story.
1: Right. My story. Well, I came home early because it was three days before my wife’s birthday, and I wanted to surprise her with a kiss and a cake and a—
2: What’s your wife like?
1: A woman. Legs, breasts, lips. You’d like her.
2: And how would you explain me if she asked?
1: She did ask.
2: And what did you say.
1: I said, “A young girl. Lips, legs, breasts. You’d like her.”
2: So you came home early and caught her canoodling with the milkman?
1: I know you’ve been here for a while, but there haven’t been milkmen in ages.
2: The mailman, then.
1: (Shaking his head) My best friend.
1: Yeah, Charlie. They were in the bathtub, splashing around. It smelled like bubble bath in the hallway and he giggled a little and sometimes she went, “Coo, coo, coo.” I could hear it all from outside the door. She was begging him for more, more, more… and I was just begging they’d keep it down a little.
2: So what happened?
1: I didn’t know what else to do. I thought if I backed up… if I just kept backing up and walked out the door and went back to work, I could undo it all. I could undo everything that ever hurt that bad and pretend like nothing happened.
2: And did you?
1: Sure tried. I backed up right down the staircase, found a little chance at peace, then lost my footing. My legs went over my head and things were cracking and all there was was hurt. When it finally stopped, I couldn’t move. My head felt split open, and the back of my neck was wet. Last thing I remember: My wife: (imitating her voice) Did you hear something? Charlie: (imitating his voice) Fuck it, Mona, I hear a lot of things.
2: That’s what he said?
1: That’s what he said.
2: How am I supposed to be forgiving if you can’t even manage it yourself?
1: Who says I can’t? I have.
2: Yeah, but why? How?
1: I don’t know.
2: Forgiveness can’t just come from out of nowhere.
1: Sure it can. It just needs a bit of an invitation is all.