WWoW Act 1 Scene 4 Flashcards
(26 cards)
Turns out, being a nurse is bad for your health! It’s just not right! drinks
Gosh, I’m really late. Can y’all help me?
Jef, honey, if it’s a youthful look you’re going for, you may have dialed the time machine back a bit too far.
No, I’m Shirley Temple! When I went to get my nails done, I sat next to a woman who invited me to a costume party she’s hosting tonight. The theme is Hooray for Hollywood. It’s been way too long since I’ve gone to a big party, so I’m a little nervous! “But oh my goodness, who could resist a cutie like me?”
And Jef, you know what a comfort it was to Hester, knowing you were here at the end.
Well darling, you do the best you can with what you’ve got. I’m just tickled I was able to do my part.
Sorry. Something just went down the wrong way.
But you’re the one who cared for her all these months. I think that’s why it hit you so hard.
Although when I leaned down to kiss her the last time and she whispered “goodbye”, it almost did me in.
I felt the same way when I was sitting on the edge of her bed and Hester whispered, “Just let go.”
That was because you were gripping her oxygen tube and she was desperate for air.
I said I was sorry.
Well, what I know is that I could use something a little stronger than champagne right now.
I’m sorry Willa and I have gotten on each other’s nerves this week. I’ve done my best, but we’ve never really gotten along since the incident. I know she doesn’t like me, and I know she doesn’t like this costume, and I know she’d REALLY hate the kind of party I’m going to. It’s a singles party.
Oh. Well, if you’re sure about this.
I am. I have worn widow’s weeds for a proper year and I am done. I’m ready to meet Superman or Batman or Iron Man, or any man, really, I’m not picky!
Good thing, Dimples, because it’s going to take a special kind of guy who’s hot to run his fingers through sausage curls.
Well I wanted to be Princess Leia or Cleopatra, but all the good costumes were gone. This is all they had left. I just want to go to a party, darn it! I hope you don’t think I’m terrible.
Of course not, Jef. McRae’s been gone a year now.
I’ve been sitting alone in a dark house this past year with nothing to do and no one to do it with. I cannot take it for another moment! I’m too young to be a widow, and I’m too lonely to remain one!
Vodka. Well, hot and spicy pepper vodka with jalapeño and habanero.
Look, it’s not that I don’t still love McRae or I’m trying to forget him or anything, but I need something good to happen to me now.
I get it.
You do?
Now I know what Hell tastes like.
Fanny, want to go to the party with me? It’s not too late.
Once you’ve had the best, why bother with the rest?
I don’t suppose you’d want to go, would you, Willa?
After the mistake I made by marrying Freddy, all I wanted was my freedom. And it still feels good.
Well, when I was dating him, Freddy Logan was a very sweet boy. Something obviously changed him. Oops, I’ve got to grab my purse and go!
… and give those aging beachcombers a chance? Like maybe tomorrow?
Well… that’s another thing. I can’t actually… go home.
Why not? Why not?
Well, I’ve told you about the dating, I guess I can tell you the rest. Okay… uh… what I mean–
Brace yourself. Drama alert.
It’s really too awful to believe but… a couple of weeks ago, I lost the house.
Here we go. So, forgot to pay the mortgage? Gambling debts?
No, nothing like that. It… went away.
Uh… where did it go?
When I say I lost the house, I mean I lost the house… down a sinkhole.
Okay, I did not see that one coming.
It was around one in the morning. I woke up to this horrible cracking and moaning and I thought it was a tornado. But I looked out the window and it was a starry sky, and then the floor started moving. Somehow, I grabbed my purse and barely made it out when the living room started sliding away. I ran to the front yard and thought I was dreaming as I watched our entire house get sucked down a hole! And then the garage went. With the car! And then I don’t know how, but I raced it to the RV and floored it out of the driveway before that went down the hole.
Oh, you poor thing!
How was I supposed to know there were sinkholes in Florida?
Umm… watch the news, pay attention in school, stop looking at yourself in the mirror, read a paper once in a –
Okay, I get it! But that’s not the worst part.
Of course it isn’t.
You know how I held onto McRae’s ashes until I could figure out where I wanted him to spend eternity? Let’s just say that decision has been made for me.