Scene: a seating area at an enormous mall, outside an upscale lingerie store. Enter, from opposite entrances, Heather and
(both reach into shopping bags and pull out garments)
HEATHER: The stiching! And the feel--
(taking the other’s garment)
HEATHER: Adorable! But isn’t it a bit--
HEATHER: no! Not since--
HEATHER (looking a price tag): I think I saw this for less at--
HEATHER: Definitely for $10 less than--
(they both look around)
HEATHER: Wasn’t grandma with--
HEATHER: No, you said you’d--
HEATHER: Did you abandon—
HEATHER: You! Again. You know what happened last--
HEATHER: but it still--
HEATHER: It’s certainly a pattern for--
HEATHER: Well she wasn’t with--
HEATHER: No! You said--
BRITTANY & HEATHER: (simultaneously) Careless bitch!
HEATHER: What did you call--
HEATHER: Regardless, where is--
HEATHER: You were responsible for--
HEATHER: You’re the limit (tears the garment she holds)
HEATHER: Too busy buying dumpy rags to keep track of--
HEATHER: At least it’s not tacky like your--
(A guard enters, pushing a wheelchair in which Maria, a diminutive and beatific woman in her 80s with snow white hair, sits, beaming. At least we’ll learn she’s beaming. Her lap is piled high with Dollar Store packages.)
GUARD: (to Maria) Here they are--
MARIA: Si. Heather!
HEATHER: &
GUARD: She said you’d be here, and asked me to--
MARIA: This nice man --
GUARD: She said you’d pay--
HEATHER: Pay for--
MARIA: Not too much, just a few things for--
HEATHER: How much did you--
MARIA: Non sicuro, forse--
GUARD: Eight hundred fifty --
HEATHER: Fifty!
GUARD: nine and sixty-five--
HEATHER: how could you spend--
BRITTANY: that much money--
HEATHER: at the Dollar--
MARIA: they deliver free of--
HEATHER: just like last time when she--
MARIA: you made me return the--
HEATHER: not to mention the vibrators in--
GUARD: So you’ll take care of --
HEATHER: Forget that, you can-- (stalks off in opposite direction)
GUARD: Now what?
MARIA: So take me a la casa just like--
GUARD: But I don’t get off until--
MARIA: So I’ll wait. I’ll just windowshop at
GUARD: Oh now you don’t, ma. I’ll call Leo to come get you. Until then, you stay in the lock up. (starts wheeling her out)
MARIA: Porco diavolo!