Coffee Therapy — the play

SCENE 17
DARNELL is having a romantic moment in bed with DODDIE.
They are drunk, and they have a large bottle of red wine. As they talk, they pass the bottle back and forth, drinking from the bottle.

DODDIE
How do you feel about me?

DARNELL
I like you a lot.
DODDIE
Maybe we could…maybe something will…how do you really feel? I can’t tell with you.

DARNELL
I think you’re great. I like you…but there’s not enough in common between us.
DODDIE
What’s that supposed to mean?

DARNELL
Just…never mind. That’s not…not what I meant to say. Now I’m mixed up. You know, I think we have a lot in common.
DODDIE
A lot in common? I never can tell if you’re serious.

DARNELL
Neither can I. You’ve got a great sense of humor.
DODDIE
I know that. That’s why Lana had the idea to introduce us. She thought we would be great for each other because she says…well…Lana thinks I’m funny.

DARNELL
You’re so funny sometimes I nearly bust a gut when we’re together.
DODDIE
Sure. That’s nice….all that fun we have. We laugh and stuff. But then,
Pause.
Do…
Pause.
you…
Pause.
Do you love me?

DARNELL
Ever considered therapy?
DODDIE
angry
No. I don’t want my personality stripped away.

DARNELL
Okay. Okay. Just asking.
He takes the bottle from her and takes a long drink.

DARNELL
Aside.
Bingo. I’ll tell you what’s, well, not funny. These relationships. I’ve had a number of them, romantic and otherwise. Good relationships. Short relationships. Memorable relationships. Intense, fun. And then…well, like this thing with Doddie. I said one little thing that really pissed her off….I never saw her again. It hurt. You know?
She exits.
Should I look her up? Nobody ever looked me up, and there have been a number. Friends. Even relatives. Close relationships. Sometimes people keep up with their old friends, and sometimes they don’t. I don’t. And they don’t with me.
It’s like I’m rolling down a hill, constantly rolling – like a child – and then I stop. Everything is still for a moment, and beautiful. The swirl stops and I see meaning. Then I’m rolling again, blind and falling, and it’s impossible to ever go up – to roll uphill. Impossible. And we never really said goodbye…and I think about them. I’ll betcha they give me a thought every now and then. You think? Maybe not. But gravity goes in one direction around here, and that’s down.

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