BETHANY

 Don’t be so dramatic.

DAVID

You know what I came from and you know where I am going.

BETHANY

I don’t want to argue in front of the children… and no I don’t know what you came from.  You’ve told me nothing of your mother’s family.  I know nothing of your father.  I just sat at the dinner table sometimes.  Saw you argue with them.  Saw where you worked in his pawn shop…

DAVID

My father was a fisherman…  My mother came from New Orleans—where I met you.

BETHANY

Did your father have a brother?  A woman before your mother?  And what about his father?  What am I supposed to do?  Look for answers in some bible like your momma does?  I ain’t gonna find no answers in a bible about us!  See you know all about Papa Frenchie and my grandmother, but your family is like some secret.  Why?  Are you ashamed?

DAVID

What matters is I love them and I cannot revenge them…  I won’t turn my back on my own family.  Why don’t you just admit it?  You never liked my mother’s prayers.  You never talked to my father—I did.  And if I hate you you think you’re right.

Dulcinea is trying to put on shoes.  David and Bethany have been ignoring her.  It’s bedtime but she wants to play in the rain.  She has the shoe on the wrong foot.  Ben is coloring.  He’s drawing a picture of his father.  He lays on his stomach at David’s feet.  David sips the tea.  Bethany fingers a necklace—a silver cross hanging from it.  She pulls on it like she’s going to yank it off.

DULCINEA

Daddy I want to go outside!

BETHANY

No going outside!  Lord knows when this rain will let up.  I can’t see it but I can hear it.  I can hear it on the roof…  It’s time for your bath.  You have school tomorrow.

BEN

Can Daddy sleep with us?  I drew a picture of you Daddy…

BETHANY

That’s up to your dad.  He can stay ‘til after your bath.

DULCINEA

I want to sleep with Daddy!

BETHANY

Then you’ll have to put away those shoes.  You ain’t going out in the rain.  The puddles will be there after school tomorrow.

DAVID

You have to listen to your momma…  Daddy’s just talkin’ to momma right now.  I’ll stay ‘til you’re in bed…

BETHANY

Your daughter needs new shoes…

DAVID

I gotta show on Friday.  I can have you some money then…

BETHANY

You just don’t get it.  My daddy just don’t get it.  He worked 16 hour days days in a row and provided for my momma my sister and two brothers.  You live wherever will take you—whether it be your momma, friends, or section 8 housing cuz you’re a veteran.  You got your hand out and look where it got you…

DAVID

Don’t talk about me this way in front of the children!  You don’t get it.  I’m a guitar picker.  I was born into it–a special kind of crazy.  With a price.  There was time when you once supported it even if you wasn’t workin’…  No I can’t pay for shoes, but these children are gonna hear it.  They’ll hear my songs…  You just act like you don’t get it.  You think only about what affects you and you say it’s the children.  Never once thinkin’ how it affects me…  But I guess that’s just the end of it, and I’m just as at fault.  That’s the end of love…

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