ACT TWO
The house has been manifestly refreshed, presumably by Johnnaās hand. The dull, dusty finish has been replaced by the transparent gleam of function.
Of note:
The study has been reorganized. Stacks of paper are neater, books are shelved. The dining room table is set with the fine china, candles, a floral centerpiece. In a corner of the dining room, a ākidās table,ā with seating for two, is also set. The warm, clean kitchen now bubbles and steams, redolent of collard and kale.
At rise:
Three oāclock of an eternal Oklahoma afternoon. The body of Beverly Weston has just been buried.
Violet, relatively sober now, in a handsome modern black dress, stands in Beverlyās study, a bottle of pills in her hand.
Elsewhere in the house: Karen and Barbara are in the dining room. Johnna is in the kitchen.
dp n="69" folio="58" ?VIOLET: August . . . your month. Locusts are raging. āSummer psalm become summer wrath.ā āCourse itās only August out there. In here . . . who knows?
All right . . . okay. āThe Carriage held but just Ourselves,ā dum-de-dum . . . mm, best I got . . . Emily Dickinsonās all I got . . . something something, āHorseās Heads Were Toward Eternity . . .ā
(She takes a pill.)
Thatās for me . . . one for me . . .
(She picks up the hardback copy of Meadowlark, flips to the dedication.)
āDedicated to my Violet.ā Put that one in marble.
(She drops the book on the desk. She takes a pill.)
For the girls, God love āem. Thatās all I can dedicate to you, sorry to say. Other than them . . . not one thing. No thing. You think Iāll weep for you? Think Iāll play that part, like we played the others?
(She takes a pill.)
You made your choice. You made this happen. You answer for this . . . not me. Not me. This is not mine.
(Lights crossfade to the dining room. Barbara and Karen, wearing black dresses, fold napkins, munch food from a relish tray, etc.)
KAREN: The present. Today, here and now. I think I spent so much of my early life thinking about whatās to come, yāknow, who would I marry, would he be a lawyer or a football player, would he be dark-haired and good-looking and broad-shouldered. I spent a lot of time in that bedroom upstairs pretending my pillow was my husband and Iād ask him about his day at work and what was happening at the office, and did he like the dinner I made for him and where were we going to vacation that winter and heād surprise me with tickets to Belize and weād kissāI mean Iād kiss my pillow, make out with my pillow, and then Iād tell him Iād been to the doctor that day and Iād found out I was pregnant. I know how pathetic all that sounds now, but it was innocent enough . . .
Then real life takes over because it always doesā
BARBARA:āuh-huhā
KAREN:āand things work out differently than youād planned. That pillow was a better husband than any real man Iād ever met; this parade of men fails to live up to your expectations, all of them so much less than Daddy or Bill (you know I always envied you finding Bill). And you punish yourself, tell yourself itās your fault you canāt find a good one, youāve only deluded yourself into thinking theyāre better than they are. I donāt know how well you remember Andrew . . .
BARBARA: No, I remember.
KAREN: Thatās the best example: hereās a guy I loved so intensely, and all the things he did wrong were just opportunities for me to make things right. So if he cheated on me or he called me a cunt, Iād think to myself, āNo, you love him, you love him forever, and hereās an opportunity to make an adjustment in the way you view the world.ā And I canāt say when the precise moment was that I looked in the mirror and said, āOkay, moron,ā and walked out, but it kicked off this whole period of reflection, just swamped in this sticky recollection. How had I screwed it up, whereād I go wrong, and before you know it you canāt move forward, youāre just suspended there, you canāt move forward because you canāt stop thinking backward, I mean, you know . . . years! Years of punishment, self-loathing. And thatās when I got into all those books and discussion groupsā
BARBARA: And Scientology, too, right, or something like that?ā
KAREN: Yes, exactly, and finally one day, I threw it all out, I just said, āNo, itās me. Itās just me, here and now, with my music on the stereo and my glass of wine and Bloomers my cat, and I donāt need anything else, I can live my life with myself.ā And I got my license, threw myself into my work, sold a lot of houses, and thatās when I met Steve. Thatās how it happens, of course, you only really find it when youāre not looking for it, suddenly you turn around and there it is. And then the things you thought were so important arenāt really important. I mean, when I made out with my pillow, I never imagined Steve! Here he is, you know, this kinda country club Chamber of Commerce guy, ten years older than me, but a thinker, you know, someone whoās been around, and heās just so good. Heās a good man and heās good to me and heās good for me.
BARBARA: Thatās great, Karenā
KAREN: Heās got this great business and itās because he has these great ideas and heās unafraid to make his ideas realities, you know, heās not afraid of doing. I think men on the whole are better at that than women, donāt you? Doing, just jumping in and doing, right or wro...