June Misbehaves

Episode 2

Fade In: Exterior.  Overcast day on the exterior of Doris Hill’s expensive home.  The rose bushes are plentiful as is the grass and the trees.  It is beautiful house with almost being an estate but not quite.  We see June’s car pull up.  She turns it off and she enters on to her Mother’s driveway dressed in black. We dissolve to the interior of Doris’s living room.  She is dressed elegantly while sitting in her favorite chair on her french phone sipping a glass of sherry. A bar is prominent in the back of the room.

Doris: (On the phone): Yes, Helen, I agree.  It’s completely ridiculous.  I’m sure it isn’t true.  Not a word of it.  (The doorbell rings.) I don’t care what Edna told you it simply couldn’t be true.  (The doorbell rings again.  Putting her hand over the mouthpiece and calling) Clara, the door!  (The doorbell rings again.) Clara!

CUT-TO: Interior.  Doris’s foyer. A black woman named Clara dressed as a maid enters from the kitchen area and crosses to the front door.

Clara: (Quietly): I hear you, I ain’t deaf. (Opens the door.  It’s June.) Hello, Miss June.

June: (Enters and kisses Clara on the cheek): Hello, Clara.  How is she today?

Clara: She’s just like every day.  Same cranky rich white woman.

June:  (Knowingly): So she’s the same?

Clara: (Knowingly): Oh you mean well no she’s a little more same than usual.

Doris: (Off): Who is it, Clara?

Clara: As if she didn’t know.  Like she’s got twenty or forty people floating in and out of here.

(They giggle)

Dissolve to the living room as June and Clara enter.

June: It’s me, Mother.  (She crosses and kisses her on the cheek.)

Doris: (On the phone): Yes, Helen, I must go. June’s here.  Yes, I’ll call you back.  (She hangs up.)  That woman is impossible.

Clara: Oh she’s impossible is she?

(June laughs)

Doris: Clara, please go get some coffee for June and I.  Thank you. (Clara exits.) What were you two laughing about in the foyer while I was on the phone with Helen?

June: It’s not important, Mother.  You wanted to see me?

Doris: Yes I hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days and I wondered how you are.

June: Fine I suppose.  How are you?

Doris: Fine.  What have you been doing with yourself lately?

June: Nothing much.  I mean what is there to do? Walter’s not here and Ellie’s in Florida and Wally and Samantha are busy with Wally the third and you seem fine so what is there to do?

Doris: You could call up one of your girlfriends.  What about Edna?  Maybe she’ll go shopping with you.  You always loved shopping.

June: I loved shopping when there was someone to shop for.  I would buy a new dress and wear it for Walter and we’d go out with our friends but now…

Doris: What about your friends?

June: You mean Bob and Elaine and Henry and Audrey and Tom and Janet?

Doris: Yes you and Walter used to have wonderful times with them–

June: Yes we did and don’t forget Edna and Jim and Paul and Marie all wonderful people.  We shared Christmas parties and New Year’s Eve’s and trips on the Cape.  Our children growing up together and chaperoning school dances and PTA and PTO committees and cookies and cakes and coffee and laughs and drinks and what else let’s see–

Doris: You’re getting a little frantic, June.  Where is Clara with the coffee?

June: Block parties.  We had wonderful block parties where we would drink and carry on and laugh and it was wonderful and it all meant so much to me.  For Christ sake, I’m the one who organized the trips and the parties and called us the Couples Club.  Me. It meant everything. Then Walter died.  He isn’t just gone, Mother, or passed.  He died and so did everything else.  Do you know the only person who still speaks to me is Edna?  I haven’t heard from any of them since Walter’s funeral.  I hear from Edna that they are all planning to go to Bob and Elaine’s house on the Cape this summer.  Funny, Elaine hasn’t bothered to call and ask me.  Maybe I should just sit by the phone and wait.

Doris: (As Clara enters with the tray of coffee and cookies and puts it down): Ah, Clara, there you are.  Have some coffee, June.

June: I don’t want any coffee.

Doris: (To Clara): Don’t you have something to dust?  (Clara gives her a look and exits.) I must say Clara is getting most impertinent.  It’s probably her age.  I hear they get cranky with age.

June: They?  Oh, Mother.  You know Lincoln freed them, don’t you?

Doris: (Gives June the look.  Handing her coffee and a cookie): Here, dear.  Eat something.

June: I don’t want eat anymore.  All I’ve been doing is eating.  They say black is slimming but you wouldn’t know it by me.

Doris: You look perfectly fine.

June: Thank you and I’ll believe it coming from you.

(A brief pause)

Doris: You know I heard the strangest thing this morning.  It sounded absolutely ridiculous and I know it couldn’t possibly be true.

June: What did you hear?

Doris: (Laughs): I don’t know if I can get the words out.  It’s so bizarre.

June: (Laughing): Well what is it?

Doris: (Laughs): It’s just too funny.  That’s all.

June: (Laughs): Come on.  Tell me.

Doris: (Laughs): Helen called me and told me you had auditioned to be in a play.  When I heard it I just couldn’t stop laughing.  It sounds so ridiculous.  I mean imagine you up there on a stage.

June: I don’t see what’s so funny about that.

Doris: Oh, June, don’t you remember the time you were in that dance recital and you were four years old–

June: Oh, Mother, please not again–

Doris: And when all the children jumped up you jumped up and you weren’t wearing any–

June & Doris: (Together): Underwear.

June: Yes I remember.

Doris: And the time you were six and you were one of the swans in Swan Lake at Glendale Elementary and you were so nervous you–

June & Doris: (Together): I/You wet my/your pants.

June: Yes I remember and don’t forget, Mother, the time I was valedictorian of our high school class and I was so nervous about my speech that I threw up all over Mr. Baumgarden our Principal.  You remember that, don’t you?

Doris: You’re getting frantic again.

June: And let’s not forget–the time I was crowned Rose Queen at the Glendale Fourth of July Parade and stood on a float all dressed in white and was so nervous I got the shits, let’s not forget that, Mother!

Doris: Will you control yourself!

June: Why should I when I have you to do it for me?

Doris: I was merely saying–

June: No, Mother, you weren’t saying you were laughing at me–me who shit vomited pissed and showed her who ha to all of Glendale and every four year old in sight!

Doris: That is quite enough.  Now sit down and drink your coffee.

June: I don’t want any coffee.

Doris: I SAID SIT DOWN!  (June sits.) Now we shall behave like ladies and sit here quietly and drink our coffee.

June: You know what I don’t understand–

Doris: I haven’t the faintest idea but with the mood you’re in I’m sure you’re going to tell me.

June: You’re a widow.  Dad died when I was ten.  So you’ve been a widow for a very long time.

Doris: I suppose so but what does my being a widow have to do with anything?

June: You know the loneliness and isolation.  People you thought would be in your life forever suddenly forget your number.  You find yourself sitting around the house watching the TV because there’s nothing else to do and no one to do it with.  I miss him so much, Mother, that if I could die right now and be with him I would be so happy.

Doris: June, don’t talk like that.

June: Didn’t you feel that way about Dad?

Doris: I loved your Father of course but well weren’t married as long as you and Walter and I had other things to occupy my hours once he passed.  You for instance and my own Mother and my sister Ethel.  We all lived here in this house together.  I was a busy woman.

June: So my widowhood isn’t the same as yours.

Doris: No it isn’t.  I feel very badly for you, June, truly I do so I can understand if you might have made a mistake and auditioned for this play–

June: A Streetcar Named Desire.

Doris: What?

June: The play is A Streetcar Named Desire.  He wants me to play Blanche.

Doris: Who wants you to play Blanche?

June: The director.  Seymour Field.  I met him last night.  He had a monicle and was dressed in black from head to toe wearing a cape lined with fur.  (She laughs) Oh my goodness when I think of it.  He said I was good.

Doris: Good?  In what way?

June: He had me go up on the stage and read from the play.  Blanche’s lines.  They call it a cold reading. I don’t know why. He said he was going to make me a star.

Doris: Where was all this?

June: Didn’t Helen tell you?  It’s at the Glendale Trinity or Episcopal or I don’t some Church.

(A brief pause.)

Doris: Well I suppose that I should get my errands done.

June: Yes me, too.  (Rises and kisses her on the cheek.) Goodbye, Mother.

Doris: June, you’re not really going be in that play, are you?

June: No, Mother, it was just something to do to pass the time.  Bye.  (She exits.)

(As she does, Doris looks satisfied and happy to achieved her goal.)

CUT-TO: Interior.  June’s spotless kitchen.  She is on the phone attached to the wall.

June: Hello, Seymour, it’s June Baylor.  I’m calling about the play.  Yes, Seymour, I’d love to play Blanche. Well, thank you. Rehearsals start tomorrow night at six, got it.  See you then, Seymour.  (She hangs up the phone and smiles.)

Fade to Black

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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