1 p.m.
Outside.
PATRICIA stands alone. Shocked.
Shit.
Hi.
Oh my God.
Hi, no Iâve said that.
Hi.
Pause.
I⊠I um⊠I didnât know you were back. I just â
no you go â
I just wasnât expecting to see you.
When did you get back? You didnât tell me?
Thatâs great. I just wasnât expecting to see you.
Permanently? Sorry, didnât mean to cut you off but, permanently?
Oh.
No, thatâs great.
Yeah.
Yeah, good for you, thatâs great.
Iâm good. Iâm really good. Really good.
Same old, same old really.
Yep, still cycling.
Good for the head. Clear head, you know?
No, actually no, Iâve⊠um. Iâm still with Mum.
Beat.
Still need looking after.
Pause.
She looks at her shaking hands.
I had⊠I had so much I wanted to say to you. Itâs literally all gone. I just⊠I just didnât know. I wish Iâd known.
Pause.
Iâm not making a scene?
Iâm not angry. Well I am. I am very angry. But Iâm not getting angry. Okay?
Iâm not making a fucking scene.
Christ! Can you â I swear to God â
Pause.
Sorry.
Beat.
Look, can I â
â no, I need to interrupt â
Well I think I can soâŠ
Enough!
I donâtâŠ
Iâm going to go now.
Yeah.
I need to um⊠bye.
PATRICIA goes to exitâŠ
What?
I mean no, I donât, butâŠ
I just donât think thatâs a good idea.
I donâtâŠ
Okay.
Okay, half eight. Okay.
Iâll see you there.
Goodbye.
Pause.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
PATRICIA has a panic attack.
4 p.m.
Inside.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Jesus it wasnât like I was unprepared. Not like I havenât imagined that conversation over and over and over. FUCK ME. I have had a speech planned for a goddamn year. And itâs beautiful. It is so good; the aggression, the burns, just the general tone. Itâs so suave and sophisticated, like proper⊠âI am a woman and I define meâŠâ I have been crafting that shit in daydreams and showers and cycling⊠and I said âhi.â THREE TIMES. I really feel like one would have been enough, if not too many. But, wow, well done me, three times. Thatâs just⊠thatâs so⊠yeah.
Patricia âhi hi hiâ Eleanor Williams.
Thatâs just great. Great. No, no, no, thatâs exactly how I wanted it to go. Really the assertive image I wanted to leave him with. Yeah, Iâm really fucking sure he sees how much of a grown-ass woman I am now. Doesnât think of me as little now. Definitely not weak any more! Christ!
And dinner? Oh yes mate Iâd love to go to dinner with you, can think of nothing Iâd rather do. Three courses, letâs get a tasting menu, looking forward to it. I MEAN COME ON.
Why do â why do â why do you betray yourself like that? I mean, I knew, my brain knew, what I wanted to say but it just⊠couldnât.
Coward.
I feel so angry. I feel SO angry.
Fucking coward.
This is so deeply embarrassing. I canât believe I couldnât⊠After all this time, itâs been enough time, I canât believe I just couldnâtâŠ
I could just not show up. Stand him up. Of course that is the clever, high-ground, middle-finger option, but⊠well we all know Iâm going to go. If I canât even say âfuck youâ to the man, then Iâm not going to leave him sat alone at a restaurant am I.
No. I said hello to him three times, Iâm not going to stand him up.
I could say it to him at the restaurant. I could say it all to him at the restaurant.
Would that be making a scene?
I feel like if I spoke really low and calmly itâd be like, even more powerful, even more⊠umph. You know? Yeah. Yeah. Thatâd be really good, and get it all out before he even orders so I can just storm out and leave him lonely and embarrassed and hungry.
Unless heâs already ordered before I arrive? At least drinks. Thereâll be drinks on the table. God! That is such a him move. Heâs such a⊠such aâŠ
Theyâll be two fucking Negronis on the table, Iâd put money on it.
Coward. Jesus.
Coward. Noun. A person who is contemptibly lacking in the courage to do or endure dangerous or unpleasant things.
ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Shit.
PATRICIA gets in the shower and wraps a towel round her head.
She listens to âSelfâ by Noname.
PATRICIA applies face creams/body creams, etc⊠until 5 p.m.
Heâs always been a charming little shit. I really thought Iâd be angrier⊠seeing him⊠out in the wild, as it were. I thought Iâd feel this real fury, this real⊠red. But I didnât, at all. There was a moment in time when he didnât exist and I was happy⊠well I was fine⊠and BAM. All of a sudden Iâm back to whatever I was back when⊠Well back then.
You scan yourself and just feel embarrassed⊠that Iâm not doing better? That Iâve not conquered Everest or started my own Etsy shop selling keyrings of cult comedies or some shit. Like, any ex, you run into any ex and you want to be able to tell them that youâre doing better, eating healthier, feeling happier, shagging a celebrity, shagging a woman â Iâm not a good liar.
I got good at it, for a bit, when I was with himâŠ
guess itâs really easy to lie when youâve got no one to talk to. But then when you tell the truth to one person it just floods. Like youâve been biting your tongue for so long and your mouthâs filled with blood and then you open it to speak and⊠Floods. And you drown and erode in the pour-down that youâre wishing on the person who made you lie in the first place.
Flood. Noun. A (usually disastrous) overflow of water from a lake or other body of water due to excessive rainfall or other input of water.
I mean, weâre just water, right? So yeah, floods.
Except heâs not water. He wasnât ever water. ...