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Ay ay ay...which to do?
VOICES
Kate
I grew up and crossed all kinds of streets alone, much to the chagrin of my father. I was not the two-faced type, never have been, he had to listen to the details of each of my escapades. I moved to France when I was twenty. One month I mailed him a pamphlet then in currency on the subject of Free Love. I said, with all seriousness, I agreed with the author of the piece though what my father did not know was I was still a virgin, then. He was in a rage and wired me to come back immediately. I refused. It was a matter of principle, you see. I told him that I was the Captain of my ship and this was my life I wrote to him. He wired back a terse and shocking message; "Your life, You Pay." T he first big shock in my as yet too innocent life: When I went to the bank in Paris I found I'd been cut off. The rent was due. I had no place to go. That morning or what was morning for mereally, I suppose was afternoon for everybody else I packed all my belongings in four bags, gave one of my last francs to the grocer’s son around the corner and we walked to the railroad station at Montparnesse, where I locked my bags in a cabinet. And there I was in the streets with only a key and my wits and something else I found had inestimable value. Men.
BROADWAY BOUND
by Neil Simon
KATE
What do I want to do? Is that how it works? You have an affair, and I get the choice of forgetting about it or living alone for the rest of my life?...It’s so simple for you, isn’t it? I am so angry. I am so hurt by your selfishness. You break what was good between us and leave me to pick up the pieces...and still you continue to lie to me. I knew about that woman a year ago. I got a phone call from a friend. I won’t even tell you who..."What’s going on with you and Jack?" she asks me. "Are you two still together? Who’s this woman he’s having lunch with every day?" She asks me...I said, "Did you see them together?" ,,She said, "No, but I heard."...I said, "don’t believe what you hear. Believe what you see!" and I hung up on her...Did I do good, Jack? Did I defend my husband like a good wife?...A year I lived wit that, hoping to God it wasn’t true, and if it was, praying it would go away...and God was good to me. NO more phone calls, no more stories about Jack and his lunch partner...no more wondering why you were coming home late from work even when it wasn’t busy season...until this morning. Guess who calls me?...Guess who Jack was having lunch with in the same restaurant twice last week?... Last year’ lies don’t hold up this year, Jack...This year you have to deal with it
VOICES
Kate
I grew up and crossed all kinds of streets alone, much to the chagrin of my father. I was not the two-faced type, never have been, he had to listen to the details of each of my escapades. I moved to France when I was twenty. One month I mailed him a pamphlet then in currency on the subject of Free Love. I said, with all seriousness, I agreed with the author of the piece though what my father did not know was I was still a virgin, then. He was in a rage and wired me to come back immediately. I refused. It was a matter of principle, you see. I told him that I was the Captain of my ship and this was my life I wrote to him. He wired back a terse and shocking message; "Your life, You Pay." T he first big shock in my as yet too innocent life: When I went to the bank in Paris I found I'd been cut off. The rent was due. I had no place to go. That morning or what was morning for mereally, I suppose was afternoon for everybody else I packed all my belongings in four bags, gave one of my last francs to the grocer’s son around the corner and we walked to the railroad station at Montparnesse, where I locked my bags in a cabinet. And there I was in the streets with only a key and my wits and something else I found had inestimable value. Men.
BROADWAY BOUND
by Neil Simon
KATE
What do I want to do? Is that how it works? You have an affair, and I get the choice of forgetting about it or living alone for the rest of my life?...It’s so simple for you, isn’t it? I am so angry. I am so hurt by your selfishness. You break what was good between us and leave me to pick up the pieces...and still you continue to lie to me. I knew about that woman a year ago. I got a phone call from a friend. I won’t even tell you who..."What’s going on with you and Jack?" she asks me. "Are you two still together? Who’s this woman he’s having lunch with every day?" She asks me...I said, "Did you see them together?" ,,She said, "No, but I heard."...I said, "don’t believe what you hear. Believe what you see!" and I hung up on her...Did I do good, Jack? Did I defend my husband like a good wife?...A year I lived wit that, hoping to God it wasn’t true, and if it was, praying it would go away...and God was good to me. NO more phone calls, no more stories about Jack and his lunch partner...no more wondering why you were coming home late from work even when it wasn’t busy season...until this morning. Guess who calls me?...Guess who Jack was having lunch with in the same restaurant twice last week?... Last year’ lies don’t hold up this year, Jack...This year you have to deal with it