Coffee Therapy — the play

SCENE 2
Still in the coffee shop, DR. SUSAN FREEBOCKER enters. She’s a middle aged woman with an easy, natural smile. She’s attractive, spontaneous, and comfortable with herself – but she has a facial tic. She speaks with an English accent.
DARNELL recognizes her immediately.

DARNELL
Dr. Freebocker!

FREEBOCKER
Uh, indeed. Susan Freebocker. And you are…

DARNELL
Darnell Shacklebee. You were my. You…you don’t remember me at all, do you?

FREEBOCKER
Uh, remind me if you will.

DARNELL
I can’t believe this. You were my therapist in London. Nineteen seventy, uh, seventy something.

FREEBOCKER
Oh, perhaps at that clinic.

DARNELL
Yeah.

FREEBOCKER
The free, or shall we say, public one.

DARNELL
Yeah, that was the one.

FREEBOCKER
Of course.
She extends her hand.
How do you do?

DARNELL
And you came all the way here for this convention?

FREEBOCKER
Certainly. I was invited to present my paper. It’s called: “Analysis: How to Sustain A High Level of Mutual Committment and Still Take a Four Week Holiday.”
Pause.
Never mind that, though. How are you, now?

DARNELL
I’m afraid I didn’t take your advice.

FREEBOCKER
Which was?

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