A and B sit on chairs a good distance apart - on either side of the stage
They face the audience
B. Did you hear that?
A. What?
B. That noise
Pause. They listen.
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A.There it is again
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B.A sort of banging
A. No
B. A sort of knocking
A. No
B. What? A beating?
A. I thought more. . . a petting
B. A petting?
A. A stroking
B. How can you hear a stroking?
A. More the sound of a slightly calloused hand across a cotton bed sheet
The lightness of touch of a lover’s hand across smooth relenting skin
B. Calloused? Did you say calloused?
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A.Yes, with the incessant stroking
Pause.
B. No it definitely sounded like banging to me
A. It was a stroking
B. It was a banging/. . .
A. A stroking/. . .
B. A long and tortured banging by a clubbed. . . and calloused fist on a poor delicate body
Pause.
B. And I could hear the blood beating in the temples and the scream caught in the throat
A. How could you hear the scream if it was caught in the throat?
Pause.
B. I heard it rumbling in the belly
Like the great storms of ‘76
A. No ’76 was the year of the great drought, I remember, the air was dry like paper. You could break it off and eat it like confessional wafer
B. My mouth was full of water in ‘76
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A. I think that was ’77
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B.. ’77 was the year of the grape. The streets ran with wine. The clouds were purple like berries