Etiquette and Vitriol by Nicky Silver (classic fiction .txt) š
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EMMA: I donāt have a brother!!
TODD: Iām home Mother.
EMMA: Who is this person?
GRACE: She forgets things.
EMMA: Iād remember a brother.
GRACE: Well, youād think soāTodd, let me look at you.
EMMA: Whatās going on here?
GRACE: Oh think, Emma. You remember Todd. Think! He went away five years ago to study sculpting?
EMMA: I donāt think so.
GRACE: Think back. When you were twelve we went to Washington? We had a picnic. We sat on the lawn and ate sandwiches and grapes. You got amebic dysentery.
EMMA: Who did?
TODD: When you were ten we all went to London, for Christmas.
GRACE: We ate lard and salty beans.
TODD: We walked the bridge in the cold dank mist.
EMMA: I donāt know what anyoneās talking about!
GRACE: She represses.
TODD: Sheās lucky.
GRACE: What an ironic remark. Isnāt your brother ironic?
EMMA: Who?
GRACE: Skip itāYou look thin. Are you eating?
TODD: You mean right now?
GRACE: I meant in general.
TODD: Oh.
GRACE: Itās wonderful to see you.āHow long can you stay?āYour fatherāll be thrilled!
TODD: He will?
GRACE: Heāll be home soon. Heās at the bank.
TODD: On a Sunday?
GRACE: Is it Sunday?
EMMA (Out): Who are these people!?
GRACE: I was just saying to Nina Triten how I wish youād come home for a visit. I was beginning to think you didnāt like us. And now, here you are! Youāre a man! A grown up! Do I look different? Iāve just lost five pounds. I eat lemon zest and bib lettuce! Prisoners on death row eat better than I!ā Iāve stopped smoking. That was three years ago. When Bunny Witton died of emphysema, I took it for a signāYou look well. Your clothes donāt fit and I must admit theyāre dirty.
TODD: Theyāre comfortable.
GRACE: Weāll get you some new clothes. Weāll go shopping first thing in the morning. Remember how we used to go shopping? Youāll need a blazer. I saw a beautiful Byblos at Plage Tahiti.āWhere are my manners!? You must be starved! How did you get here? Would you like a drink?
TODD: No thank you.
EMMA: I would.
(Grace rings bell.)
GRACE: Be honest. I look older, donāt I? I shouldnāt. I had my eyes done last August, but oneās tighter than the other and now everyone thinks Iām winking at them all the timeāI know! Weāll have a party! How long can you stay!
TODD: I donāt think thatāsā
GRACE: Itās decided! I have decided. Youāll be the guest of honor!
TODD: I have AIDS.
GRACE (After a moment): Weāll have a buffet, thatāll be nice. You give me a list of what youād like. Or we could barbecue. Thatād be sweet. I donāt have any idea what you like anymore.
TODD: I have AIDS. I need a bed and a place to live. I have AIDS.
GRACE (Falling apart, plowing ahead): Your father can string up those paper lanterns. The ones we used at your sisterās sweet sixteen. We still have them, I think. I think theyāre in the attic. We packed them away, I think, with the Christmas ornaments.
TODD: I need a pillow and some peace and quiet.
EMMA: Who are you?
GRACE: Weāll serve champagne or punch, or something to drink.
TODD: I haveā
GRACE (Her despair now shows): And the Beekmansāll come! Essie was always fond of you. Sheās married now. Gotten fat. Donāt be shocked when you see her.
TODD: I saidā
GRACE: I donāt think sheās happy really. She married a nice enough man. Very attractive. In real estate.
TODD: I have AIDS.
GRACE: I think he beats her.
TODD: I have AIDS.
GRACE: And the Plimptons.
TODD: Listen to me.
GRACE (Rather frenzied now): And the Weathertonsāmaybe we should cater! I donāt knowāI love planning a party! I feel Iām really in my element when Iām planning a party! Weāll have music on the terrace! Iām most alive planning a party! Youāll see, Todd, itāll be wonderful! Itāll be beautiful! Youāre going to love it! Youāre just going to love it!
TODD: I have AIDS.
(Blackout. Grace steps into a pool of light and addresses the audience.)
GRACE: We were always very close and I thought Todd extremely gifted. He sculpted the gargoyles on the terrace, of course that was later. We didnāt need to speak. Sometimes, we would just sit in the garden, reading, not needing to speak. We would watch the leaves change color.
(Arthur joins her in the pool of light.)
Itās Todd, Arthur.
ARTHUR: Who?
GRACE: Buzz. Talk to him.
ARTHUR: Whatās wrong?
GRACE: Heās dying.
(Grace turns and exits. After a moment, Arthur addresses the audience.)
ARTHUR: When he was a boy, Buzz wanted to be a sports announcer on the radio. He loved the Philadelphia Phillies. He talked about them all the time. He said their names over and over again: Nick Etten and Danny Litwhiler, Eddie Waitkus and his favorite, Granville Hamner. Buzz worshipped him. He saw the poetry in his name. Oh, that was me. Not Buzz. I liked the Phillies. Buzz drew a lot. I think. Buzz was born a month after my father died and I was a little distracted. He never liked the Phillies, I did. But later, we had catches, on the yard. And like all little boys, Buzz looked up to me and idealized me. He admired me. He loves me and I love him. Heās my son and my world and the most important thing in my lifeādid I say thing? I mean person. And I would do anything for him. Take any suffering. I would cut off my arm. I wouldnāt cut off my arm. I know itās a figure of speech, but I wouldnāt. I need my arms. Heās not the most important person in my life. I do love him, but I said that, didnāt I?
(The lights come up. Todd is dragging a large sack in from the terrace.)
Buzz?
TODD: Yes?
ARTHUR: What are you doing?
TODD: Iāve been in the yard.
ARTHUR: What?
TODD: I fell asleep on the sofa, I thought Iād never wake up. But I had strange dreams, so I went out for some air. (He spills the contents of the sack onto the floor. It is dozens of bones)
ARTHUR: What is that?
TODD: There was something sticking up, out of the ground. I dug
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