ACT ONE
SCENE ONE: THE LOUNGE ROOM
Lights come up on WOMAN 1 and WOMAN 2 having coffee in Woman 1ās lounge room. There is a coffee table between them with coffee, cups and a cake on it. WOMAN 1 has just seen the cake.
WOMAN 1: Karen! Whatās this? You havenāt!
WOMAN 2: Oh, but I have.
WOMAN 1: You didnāt have to do that!
WOMAN 2: I know I didnāt.
WOMAN 1: I had a cake at the party!
WOMAN 2: Yes, you did. But this isnāt technically a birthday cake.
WOMAN 1: Arenāt you an angel. What is it?
WOMAN 2: I mean, it is a birthday cake.
WOMAN 1: Youāre a devil.
WOMAN 2: But itās also a congratulations cake.
WOMAN 1: Oooh! Congratulations for what?
WOMAN 2: Well, you know, for everything. For getting through this year. It hasnāt been easy.
WOMAN 1: Donāt make me cry.
WOMAN 2: The chemo, the divorce, you know, all of it. Itās been rough.
WOMAN 1: Iām crying!
WOMAN 2: And youāve just really handled it with so much, just ā¦
WOMAN 1: Oh!
WOMAN 2: Dignity and well, itās just a little āgo youā cake.
WOMAN 1: A āgo youā cake. I like that.
WOMAN 2: Me too.
WOMAN 1: And Iām not exactly going to pass up another cheeky slice of cake!
WOMAN 2: Or two!
WOMAN 1: Or three!
They laugh. WOMAN 2 cuts two slices and they eat.
Mmm, thatās lovely and moist.
WOMAN 2: Polenta.
WOMAN 1: So howās work going?
WOMAN 2: Oh, look, fine. The short answer is fine.
WOMAN 1: And the long answer?
WOMAN 2: Fucking, nightmare.
WOMAN 1: Oh, youāre kidding.
WOMAN 2: Iām just trying to get it all online, you know.
WOMAN 1: Yeah, you were saying that. I remember.
WOMAN 2: Well, you have to. Iām mad for waiting this long.
WOMAN 1: Thatās a big job.
WOMAN 2: It is a big job. And it turns out, bigger than I anticipated. Is it alright?
WOMAN 1: Mmm. Heaven.
WOMAN 2: So Iāve just spent the last, three weeks, or more, actually, close to a month, just cataloguing all the products individually.
WOMAN 1: And can people still buy things while youāre doing that, or do they have toā?
KIMBERLY enters.
She takes the plate with the cake on it out of WOMAN 1ās hand and smashes it on the floor. She slaps WOMAN 2 across the face. She picks up the coffee pot and pours it over WOMAN 1ās head. She picks up the rest of the cake and slams it onto WOMAN 2ās face. She grabs one breast of each woman and squeezes them rhythmically saying āHONKā.
KIMBERLY: Iām going to the mall, and Iām never coming home.
KIMBERLY exits.
WOMAN 2: Do you think she means it?
WOMAN 1: My God. I hope so.
Lights down.
Music blares in the darkness.
A pin spot slowly illuminates KIMBERLYās blank face in the void, staring at the audience. Her face recedes into the dark.
The music stops abruptly as the lights snap up.
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