EVERY DAY

jay cattani

 

 

 


SETTING:
The stage is divided into three sections: the bedroom (stage left), the kitchen (center), and the living area (stage right). The house is secluded in the middle of the woods.


(Lights are dim blue, it is the morning, and KATHY is in the kitchen making breakfast, she retrieves pills from a cupboard. MIKE is in the bedroom, stage right, asleep in the bed. MEGHAN is in the living space, asleep on the couch. The lights gradually rise, and KATHY makes her way to the bedroom.)

 

KATHY:

(Knocks on the door, and enters slowly)

 

Good morning sweetie, I brought you some breakfast.

 

(MIKE slowly begins moving, then jolts awake, looking all around terrified.)

 

Shh, shhh. It’s okay honey. I know, I know. (motherly) Take a deep breath, I’ll explain everything.

 

(KATHY sets down the breakfast tray, and offers MIKE the juice, which he accepts warily)

 

MIKE:
Who are you, where am I?

 

KATHY:
You’re home, sweetie, I’m your wife, Kathy.

 

(MIKE is unconvinced, fearful; KATHY sits on the edge of the bed, smoothes her dress)

 

About a year ago, you went out hiking, as you normally do, but this time you went alone. When you slipped while you were climbing, you fell and hit your head, and well…

 

(KATHY stands and adjusts the sheets)

 

MIKE:

But, I –

 

KATHY:

(continues) When the rescuers brought you back to me, you didn’t know who I was. You didn’t remember anything. (pause) Now this is how we start every day. (slightly upset) Every day you’re scared of me.

 

(KATHY becomes upset, leans into MIKE for comfort, which he is unable to give. He awkwardly puts a hand around her back as she puts her head on his shoulder)

 

MIKE:

I- I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be… I don’t know who I am. I don’t know who you… I’m so sorry.

 

(Kathy straightens and leans away)

 

KATHY:
No, I’m sorry. (she collects herself) Mike, it’s not your fault.

 

MIKE:
M- Mike?

 

(Kathy nods excited that he’s catching on)

 

KATHY:

It’s just a lot on you, I know. (pause- switch to motherly tone) Eat up, and take your medicine, it will make you feel better. Don’t move around too much, I can’t have you falling again, You know I can’t lift you up by myself. I’ll be in the kitchen, if you need anything, just call out.

 

(KATHY begins to leave)

 

MIKE:
Hey, Kathy?

 

KATHY:
Yes?

 

MIKE:

Thank you.

 

KATHY:

Of course, sweetie.

 

(KATHY exits, and MIKE goes to get the breakfast tray. He holds the medicine in his hand, and puts it back on the tray. MIKE stands and slowly moves about the space, looking at his belongings.)

 

Lights Fade Out in Bedroom
Lights up on the Kitchen

 

(KATHY is sitting at the table, her head in her hands, crying. She becomes overwhelmed with emotion, becomes angry and throws a glass, which shatters. She goes to get it and cuts her hand)

 

KATHY:
Shit!

 

(KATHY goes to clean the wound. MEGHAN enters the kitchen.)


MEGHAN:
M-Mom? Are you okay?


KATHY:

(through tears) I’m fine, it’s just- I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
Every morning. When he wakes up, he doesn’t remember me.

 

MEGHAN:
(speaks cautiously, comforting)
It’s going to take time. He doesn’t remember anything.

 

KATHY:
I know, I know. It’s just so hard. He’s terrified of me. All I ever did was love him, and he’s terrified.

 

MEGHAN:
(comfortingly) It’s not going to be easy, but your love for him will help him through it. Imagine where he’d be without you.

 

KATHY:

(regaining composure) Sit down, honey, let me get you some breakfast.

 

(KATHY brings MEGHAN a plate, and MEGHAN gratefully accepts.)

 

It’s so great to have you here with me. I can’t imagine doing this alone.

 

MEGHAN:

I like helping you. (timidly) Can I see him today? KATHY Absolutely not.

 

(KATHY stands and takes MEGHAN’s plate, although she has barely taken a bite.)

 

You know he’s not ready for that. He doesn’t even remember me, and hearing he has a daughter freaks him out him enough, (looking down at Meghan in disdain) I don’t need him to see you, too.

 

(KATHY puts the plate on the counter)

 

How could you be so insensitive to him? Now please, go to the living room. I can’t even look at you.

 

MEGHAN:

(very defensively) No, no. That’s not what I meant. I just think—

 

KATHY:

(angrily, cutting her off) I don’t care what you think. (beat) I can’t handle you right
now. Go!

 

(MEGHAN exits to the living room, quickly)

 

KATHY:

(to the herself/audience) All I do, every day, is try to show her how much I care. I bring her gifts, I do her makeup, and all she wants to do is see her father. Why? Aren’t I enough? I’m doing everything I can, but it’s clearly not enough. I cook for them, I clean for them, I’m basically a slave to them, but they always want more.

 

(KATHY begins washing the dishes)

 

They really don’t understand. They’d be lost without me. I provide for them. Without me, Mike would be— who knows where he’d be, and she (gesturing to living room) would probably be out on the street. They’ll understand. One day, when Mike remembers, it will all be better. We’ll be a family again. A normal family.

 

Lights Fade Out in the Kitchen

 

Lights Up on the Bedroom

 

(MIKE is cautiously walking around the room, a hand on his back, looking at all of his belongings. KATHY enters.)

 

MIKE: (holding a copy of Catcher in the Rye) These things… they don’t even feel like they’re mine. Have I ever read this?

 

(KATHY takes the book from his hands)

 

KATHY:
It’s your favorite book. You always said that your inner rebellious teen felt invigorated by reading this.

 

(MIKE is visibly frustrated, KATHY returns the book to the pile on the night stand)

 

Anyway, what would you like to do today?

 

MIKE:
I- I don’t know. What do I usually do every day?

 

KATHY:

(comfortingly) Well, you used to spend all your time outdoors, but unfortunately, we’re not at that stage in your recovery yet. But we’ll find something for you to do.

 

MIKE:

Well what have we been doing while I’ve been recovering?

 

KATHY:

Every day is a bit different. Some days you remember more than others, and some days are like today. On days like this, sometimes it’s hard for me to figure out something to keep you occupied.

 

MIKE

(sits on the bed) And what do you suggest for today?

 

KATHY: Today, I’d like to spend more time with you, if you’re okay with that.

 

MIKE:

(hesitant) O-okay.

 

(KATHY crosses to the bed and sits on the edge. The environment feels tense. She eases herself back into MIKE’s arm. MIKE is not comfortable)

 

LIGHTS DOWN in BEDROOM LIGHTS UP in LIVING AREA

 

(MEGHAN is awake and reading a book. There are no signs of a natural living room: no TV, only one couch which is a makeshift bed, and no windows)

 

LIGHTS DOWN in LIVING AREA LIGHTS UP in BEDROOM

 

(MIKE gently moves KATHY out from under his arm, and tries to get up off of the bed. He is unable to, and KATHY gets off the bed and begins pacing emotionally.)

 

MIKE:

I’m sorry, I just, it just doesn’t feel right.

 

KATHY:

How can it not feel right? I’m your wife! You must remember something. You should at least feel comfort in me.

 

(KATHY gets emotional)

 

MIKE:
(defensively, apologetically)
I want to, I do. Something’s changed. Your perfume? Or you’re your hair maybe? I just- something’s off. I can’t place it.

 

KATHY:
(taken aback, heads towards door)
It’s fine. I know it’s hard. (beat) I mean if it’s hard for me it must be harder for you. (pause) I just don’t know how you can forget a love like ours.

 

(KATHY goes to exit, sees the breakfast tray with the pills still on it)

 

Honey, you didn’t take your medicine. Please, it will help you with your pain.

 

MIKE:

I don’t think I need to… (stretching) I don’t really feel that sore today…

 

KATHY:

But you better take them before you do feel it, it usually hits you like a ton of bricks.

 

(KATHY hands him the pills and takes the 10 tray. She exits the bedroom into the kitchen. Puts the tray in the sink and starts cleaning. MIKE, stubborn, takes the pills, and stashes them under the pillow. LIGHTS UP on kitchen, and LIGHTS FADE on the bedroom)

 

KATHY:
(to audience)
Today’s going to be another hard day. Days like today make me wonder if it’s all worth it… all of this stress, all of these tears. (pause) But I know that he’s worth it. I know that this life, this family, is not going to be easy. Its just days like today that leave me… It’s just hard. I’ve devoted my life to him, twice. Once in marriage and again now that he is in need. You know, sometimes, sometimes I think I should just bring him to a hospital, bring him somewhere with professionals who can help him, but I know if I did, I could never forgive myself. If he begins to remember, he would never forgive me for giving up. I just need to re-convince myself, he needs me. I’m doing the right thing… right?

 

(KATHY stands and heads into the living area. MEGHAN has barely moved, and does not stir when KATHY enters. KATHY bangs the door multiple times to get her attention)

 

MEGHAN:

What?

 

KATHY:
I’m going to need your help today, more than usual. It doesn’t seem like it’s going to be a good day.

 

MEGHAN:

So I get to see him?

 

KATHY:
(almost chuckling) Of course not, sweetie. I’ll need your help in the kitchen, he needs my full attention today.

 

(MEGHAN and KATHY exit the living area and enter the kitchen.)

 

KATHY:
Start making his lunch, I’m going to check on him.

 

(KATHY exits the kitchen and enters the bedroom. Lights change accordingly.

MIKE is still sitting in bed, visibly sits taller when KATHY enters)

 

MIKE:

I’m sorry, Kathy, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. This is all just so new to me. I don’t know anything about who I was…

 

KATHY:
All you have to do is ask. Ask me anything.

 

(KATHY crosses to the bed and sits at the edge, facing MIKE. MIKE readjusts and puts his hands in his lap.)

 

MIKE:

Okay… (pause) I don’t remember anything about our wedding. (MIKE glances at KATHY) Would you help me remember?

 

KATHY:

Of course.

 

(KATHY takes a moment, prepares herself, and tells their story)

 

It was 1992, September 12th. I woke up in the morning, and it was drizzling. Oh, I can’t tell you how upset I was. I just started crying, sobbing, and my mother came in the room and she said “don’t worry baby, rain on your wedding day is the best luck in the world,” and she was right. We had the best wedding day… The lavender in my bouquet matched the bridesmaids’ dresses perfectly, and the boutonnieres, it was beautiful. When the doors opened, and I saw you at the end of the aisle, (pause) it felt like I couldn’t breathe. (beat) And then the next thing I knew, I was facing you, saying two little words that would change my life forever. (light) It all happened so fast. During the reception, almost everyone had some sort of toast for us, it was beautiful…

 

MIKE:

Where did we go on our honeymoon?

 

KATHY:

 

(KATHY pauses, thinking about how to answer)

 

Unfortunately we never did. After the wedding we couldn’t afford much, and we found this little house in the woods (gesture), and we put all of our money into it. It took a couple of years, but we were able to make this a home. By the time we were ready to travel and take our honeymoon, we had a little surprise, and it just wasn’t the right time to leave…

 

MIKE:

A surprise? (pause) Wait, you don’t mean that—

 

KATHY:

Yes. We have a daughter. (MIKE is baffled) She’s turning eighteen this May. (MIKE is processing the new information. He becomes insistent)

 

MIKE:

Where is she? Is she away at college? Is she doing okay without me? Can I see her? KATHY Not just this moment, but she’s home, sweetie. She decided to take some time off from school to help me around the house, ever since your accident.

 

MIKE:

 

(begins to get agitated)

 

What? No— no she can’t do that, she has to graduate. I need to…

 

(MIKE makes a move to stand)

 

KATHY:

I know, I told her that, too. But this was what she chose. She chose to be here. Besides, it’s a month ‘till summer break; she’ll go back in the fall.

 

MIKE:

I feel horrible. I’m holding her back, I don’t even know her and I’m hurting her. Is she home? Can I see her? (KATHY stands and crosses to the door. She looks over her shoulder at MIKE with a flat smile on her face)

 

KATHY

(fake, lying) Oh, no honey, she’s not home. I’ll send her in when she arrives – after your afternoon nap.

 

(KATHY exits the bedroom and enters the kitchen, where MEGHAN is now sitting at the kitchen table.)

 

KATHY:

How is lunch coming along?

 

MEGHAN:

The pastrami sandwich is in the toaster oven; it needs five more minutes I think. I made a quick salad and put it in the fridge, just in case he doesn’t like the sandwich. KATHY That was very thoughtful of you, thank you sweetie.

 

(KATHY kisses MEGHAN on the top of the head and crosses to the fridge to look at the salad.) (condescendingly)

 

Chickpeas?

 

MEGHAN:

What?

 

KATHY:

(curt, off-putting) You put chickpeas in the salad.

 

MEGHAN:

Oh, yeah, I thought it would give the salad a little extra—

 

KATHY He doesn’t like chickpeas.

 

(KATHY begins crossing to the trash)

 

Ever since our engagement party, when the caterers put far too many chickpeas in the salad, he’s never eaten them.

 

MEGHAN:

I’m sorry I didn’t kno— KATHY You should’ve known.

 

(KATHY hands MEGHAN the empty bowl) Make a new one.

 

MEGHAN:

(quietly) Alright, I’m sorry.

 

KATHY:

It’s alright. Just start over, I’ll get the sandwich, it’s burning.

 

(KATHY gets the sandwich. KATHY crosses downstage, and stops to face the audience)

 

KATHY: (sighs)

 

A day in the life.

 

MIKE:

 

(calling from other room)

 

Hey Kathy?

 

(KATHY brings the sandwich and enters the bedroom. MIKE is walking around looking for something)

 

KATHY:

Yes?

 

MIKE:

Where’s the phone? I’d like to talk to my parents. I think if I talk to them, it’ll help me to remember.

 

KATHY:

(Crosses to bed and comfortingly touches his shoulder) I’m so sorry honey, but your parents, they’ve passed away. About three years ago now, they were in a car accident and –

 

MIKE:

(cutting her off, emotional) Don’t say it. Please stop. (hands to his head, frustrated disappointed) Wait, I have a brother… I know I do. Can I call him? Anyone?

 

KATHY:

Honey, it’s almost noon, everyone’s at work. You can call him tonight. I’m so sorry.

 

(KATHY tries to comfort MIKE, he pushes her off.)

 

MIKE:

Please, I’d really like to be alone.

 

(KATHY exits, defeated. MEGHAN is in the kitchen with the new salad, and sets it down on the table when she sees KATHY’s face)

 

MEGHAN:

Mom, what’s wrong?

 

(KATHY and MEAGAN cross to table)

 

KATHY:
He won’t even let me touch him. He’s hurting and I can’t help him. I feel useless. (begins breaking down) I miss the way he used to look at me. He used to look at me like I was the only one he could see, even in a crowded place, he would always find me. The night we met, he said to me “out of all the girls here, you’re the only one I don’t wanna see tonight.” (chuckles) I was so hurt.

 

MEGHAN:

What the hell? Why did you give him a chance?

 

KATHY

He didn’t mean it like it sounds, and he realized that quick enough. He told me what he meant was that I was too elegant, I was better than all the rest. There was more to me than just one night.

 

MEGHAN:

Where were you guys?

 

KATHY

We were at a bar in the city, (sighs) what are the odds, out of all the bars in New York, we’d be at the same one at the same time. (sighs)But that’s all in the past now, and this is our reality. Come. Help me clean up from lunch.

 

(The two women stand and start cleaning the dishes. MEGHAN looks over at KATHY and sees that she’s still on edge.KATHY begins cleaning the dishes very vigorously)

 

KATHY:

(mumbling to self) Wants to call his parents – what, I’m not good enough? All that I do…

 

(MEGHAN, distracted by the mumbling, drying the dishes, knocks a glass off the counter with her elbow, which shatters.)

 

KATHY:

Goddamnit! Go to the basement and get the broom and dustpan.

 

MEGHAN:

Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.

 

(MEGHAN turns and heads to the basement door, which is next to MIKE’s bedroom door. Looking over her shoulder, MEGHAN enters the bedroom and shuts the door. MIKE is pacing by the bed)

 

MIKE:

What, hey— MEGHAN Shhh! MIKE (Whisper) What are you doing--?

 

MEGHAN:

(Whisper) Keep your voice down, she can’t know I’m in here.

 

MIKE:

(Whisper) Why? Are you my daughter? What’s your name?

 

MEGHAN:

(Whisper) Listen to me very carefully. Keep asking her questions. I can see her softening today, and I need you to keep going.

 

MIKE:

(Whisper) Softening? What do you mea—

 

MEGHAN:

(Whisper) Just keep asking her questions about you two. If she seems upset, its just because she’s frustrated that you don’t remember. Don’t be afraid to push her further.

 

(MEGHAN heads for the door)

 

Oh! And when you get her in here, try to keep her here for as long as possible. I need time.

 

MIKE:

(Whisper) Time for what?

 

MEGHAN:

(Whisper) Please, you need to know everything, and the only way to know everything is if you keep her in here.

 

KATHY:

Where is that girl? (KATHY exits out the basement door, MEGHAN hears the door close from inside the bedroom)

 

MEGHAN:

Shit! I have to go, but please, keep asking her questions, make her think. (MEGHAN crosses to the door) MIKE Wait! What’s your name?

 

MEGHAN:

(pauses) Meghan.

 

(MEGHAN exits the bedroom, crosses through the Kitchen, and enters the living room. There, she grabs a Swiffer. While she is in the living room, KATHY enters from the basement stairs, opens the bedroom door, glares at MIKE suspiciously, slams the door closed and crosses to the living room holding the broom.)

 

KATHY:

I told you to go downstairs and get the broom.

 

MEGHAN:

I did. But I couldn’t find it, so I thought I’d—

 

(MEGHAN exits into the living room. KATHY waits until she is sure 23 that Meghan is gone, and then takes the Tupperware out of the cabinet and looks inside, sees that the phone is still there, re-covers it and puts it away. She takes two pills out of the bottle and puts the bottle away. KATHY crosses to bedroom.)

 

KATHY:

Mike, please, just take your medicine. You’ll feel much better when you do. MIKE I already feel fine! Look!

 

(MIKE bends over to touch his toes, and stands up slowly)

 

KATHY:

Please. If you’re not going to take them for your health, at least take them for my peace of mind.

 

(Pause, KATHY is holding out the pills toward MIKE. MIKE, defeated, takes the pills from her hand)

 

MIKE:
Fine. For you.

 

(MIKE takes the pills and puts them in his mouth.)

 

KATHY:

That’s all I ask. Thank you. Now lie down, and try to get some rest.

 

(MIKE lies in the bed, and KATHY draws the 24 covers over him. KATHY exits into the Kitchen. MIKE sits up in bed and spits the pills into his hands, stashes them under his pillow. Lights dim on the bedroom and rise in the kitchen. KATHY continues mixing the cake ingredients, and begins talking to the audience.)

 

KATHY:
Sometimes he doesn’t get it. I just worry too much. I don’t want him to fall and get hurt, and prolong his progress. He’s come so far, in the beginning he couldn’t even talk and now he’s walking. I’m so happy. I just want him to remember me, remember us. Our life together got thrown upside down when he fell, I never thought this is where I’d be at forty-three. (beat) I mean, this isn’t really something you plan for. I didn’t really think twice during our vows, when we said in sickness and in health that it would actually come to be.

 

(KATHY looks down at the bowl she’s been mixing.)

 

Damn it I forgot the sugar. (KATHY keeps talking as she grabs the sugar from a different counter) Since he’s doing so well, maybe he’ll start remembering us, and who we used to be. (sighs) But I guess that doesn’t really matter, because we will never be those people that we were before. (KATHY has finished mixing the ingredients, and sighs, overwhelmed) Damn it.

 

(KATHY wipes her hands off on her apron and crosses to the living room. MEGHAN is reading a book)

 

Hey honey, can you please finish the cake?

 

MEGHAN:
Sure let me just finish this chapter—

KATHY:
It’d really be nice if you could help me now. I’m very overwhelmed.

 

(MEGHAN sighs and enters the kitchen, and begins transferring the batter. Meanwhile, MIKE has been up and moving around again, and stretching. MEGHAN is about to put the cake in the oven when MIKE accidentally knocks his cane over and it makes a loud sound. The whole stage is lit.)

 

KATHY:
Shit!

(KATHY runs over to the bedroom door and enters, sees MIKE standing again, and gets angry)

Honey, what are you doing? I told you to stay in bed. I thought you fell! MIKE I don’t want to stay in bed, I feel fine, great, in fact!

(MIKE starts moving around, when he bends to get the cane, there’s a twinge in his back that is visible to the audience through his facial expressions)

KATHY:
See! That right there is why I need you to stay in bed. Please, Just relax a little bit!

 

MIKE:

Why?! Why do you want me to relax? Why do you want me to take the medicine? I may not remember yesterday that much, but I do know I didn’t take this “Pain medicine” today, and I’m feeling fine!

 

(MEGHAN, hearing the commotion, goes over to the bedroom door, and cracks it open to hear better. KATHY sees this happen, and swings the door open fully)

 

KATHY:

Jennifer! Go to your room.

 

(After a moment, MEGHAN backs up and runs to the living room, KATHY shuts the door.)

 

MIKE:

Wait, what did you call her? I thought her name was-

 

KATHY:
Jennifer doesn’t understand boundaries, I told her you weren’t ready to see her.

 

MIKE:
Who the fuck is Jennifer?

 

KATHY:

That (gesture) is our daughter!

 

MIKE:
But she said her name is Meg—

 

KATHY:
I told you to take your pills and lie down. Don’t you see how confused you’re getting?

MIKE:
I don’t want them! I don’t think I’m confused at all.

 

(KATHY’s tone changes, she tries to plead with MIKE)

 

KATHY:

Honey, please, just relax. We’re baking you a cake. It’s your birthday today.

 

MIKE:

(confused) No it’s not.

 

KATHY:
Yes it is, dear. March 23rd.

 

MIKE:

No, (beat) my birthday is the 7th.

 

KATHY:

(defensive) (Beat)I’m sorry, what did you say?

 

MIKE:

Wait, that’s right… January 7th… I think I remember!

 

KATHY:
Enough of this nonsense. (motherly) Come, lie down.

 

MIKE:

I, I don’t think so— (KATHY busies herself by straightening the sheets) KATHY I don’t know what it is about today, but everything is out of order.

 

(KATHY begins to breathe heavily. She sits at the edge of the bed, and begins mumbling to herself)

 

My name is Kathy Evanson. My husband, Mike Evanson fell while rock climbing a year ago. Every day, I help him. Every day, I cook for him, give him his medicine…

 

(KATHY looks up at MIKE, finally realizing 28 his presence. She speaks to him)

 

KATHY:

(continued) Mike… Mike, I’m sorry, lets get you into bed, sweetie… MIKE I don’t think I’m who you think I am. KATHY You’re my husband, Mike Evanson.

 

MIKE:

I don’t think so. (beat) And I don’t think you’re who you think you are. KATHY You and I have a daughter together, Jennifer Evanson, top of her class. She’s beautiful, just wait til you see her—

 

MIKE:

Meghan’s not your daughter.

 

KATHY:

No, our daughter’s name is Jennifer.

 

MIKE:
(almost impatient) I’m not your husband, and you don’t have a daughter.

 

KATHY:

What do you mean?

 

(While this conversation is occurring, MEGHAN has the phone, and is moving about the kitchen looking for service)

 

MIKE:

That girl in there, she’s not yours. I think you took her…

 

KATHY:

That’s insane, I could never—

 

 

MIKE:

I don’t know how I got here, but you tried to give me some medicine today, you said it’s for my pain. But I don’t think it was.

 

(MIKE goes to the pillow and collects his stash of pills, holds them in front of KATHY)

 

Kathy, what are these?

 

KATHY:
(flat, convincingly) That’s your pain medication.

 

MIKE:
I don’t think it is. You said I got hurt a year ago, why would I still be taking it? (pause) Think, Kathy, what is this?

 

KATHY:

(breaking down) (beat, emotional) I don’t know!

 

(KATHY begins to get emotional, hyperventilating, going into hysterics. She is having a breakdown, going in and out of lucidness, mumbling to herself nonsense **see end of script for highlights of this**)

 

MIKE:
Come on Kathy!

 

(KATHY grabs the cane to use as protection)

 

KATHY:
Please, stay back! Who are you? What are you doing in my house?

 

(sobbing) I don’t know who you are!

 

(MEGHAN finds service and begins dialing)

 

MIKE:
You don’t know me? Kathy… I don’t think you know yourself!

 

(Lights fade out in the bedroom as KATHY continues crying, hyperventilating, and breaking down. KATHY continues, nearly inaudibly, beneath Meghan’s monologue)

 

MEGHAN:

(desperate stage whisper) Hello? Hello? Hi my name is Meghan Rose Cooper; I’m eighteen years old. I was abducted walking home from school when I was fifteen, three years ago. I’ve been held in a house in the woods, I think we’re somewhere in New York. (pause) Well, I could’ve gotten away, but I couldn’t leave her here—

 

(KATHY wails, MEGHAN speaks faster)

 

There’s a man here, I don’t know his real name, she calls him Mike. She’s been treating him, giving him sedatives… Please, hurry, I don’t know where we are, but I can send you our location through the phone… Bring an ambulance, she’s not well. Please hurry; I think she’s finally understanding… This whole time, she thought we were her family.

 

Blackout

 

KATHY’S BACKGROUND – TOPICS FOR HER BREAKDOWN

 

The actress portraying Kathy should be improvising this breakdown as they see fit. However, here are some guidelines to the background of her character:

 

Kathy is a very lonely woman, who has kidnapped two people and convinced herself that they are a family. When this starts falling apart, she begins to question everything. She always feels as if she’s not doing enough, that Mike doesn’t want her because she’s not good enough. She believes she is giving him pain medicine, however she is giving him sedatives that keep him asleep most of the day and prolong his memory recovery. She keeps calling Meghan Jennifer, the name she gave her, to which Mike continually corrects her, keeping her more on the lucid side. Everything she believed to be true is unraveling beneath her, and she is desperately trying to convince herself that it’s not.