MYLAR:

Rope-a-dope.

ELECTRA:

What?

MYLAR:

Who’s holding the rope? Can’t have a tug of war unless someone’s holding both ends… The rope is an idea. And it pulls us both ways. You know how it is. We get this idea in our head and everything’s seen through its tinted glasses. Most of our life is what we have built up in our mind and then it’s a game of whether you’re on my mind or I’m on yours. You have this idea of who I am. And I have this idea of who I am. You’re on one end of the rope. I’m on the other. And the pit in the middle the mud is for if I win or if you win. I you win your idea of me is now what I must see. If I win my idea is what you must see. And it gets us dirty when we lose, but it’s the one thing we’ll always have in common because the tug of time has a funny way of changing our way of thinking… It’s kinda like the laws of attraction. If we have the same idea we just drop the rope. I don’t tug at your heart. You don’t tug at mine. But the more opposite we respond to things—well, the more I’m gonna tug the more you’re gonna tug. And the funny thing is when the match is over we may even change sides and try it again… rope-a-dope, baby—it feels like you’re winning when really you’re losing again.

ELECTRA:

Are you saying you like the idea of me?

He knows he should make eye contact, but he doesn’t. He stays bent over his polished shoe at the foot of the bed. Both the cat and Electra are looking at him. Maybe the cat will forget his lack of attention. But Electra reads something else in the silence.

ELECTRA:

You don’t have to you know. The commissioning.

MYLAR:

But it’s security. The psychology department won’t pay for my Master’s.

ELECTRA:

You make a judgment and think that’s the end of it. About people and things. But stick around long enough and you know. The story never ends.

MYLAR:

That’s because we’re always coming up with new ideas. New ways to look at old things. Old ways to look at new people… What would you say if you knew him?

ELECTRA:

Who?

MYLAR:

The guy who owned this cat.

ELECTRA:

She looks like she belongs to you now. I don’t know. Should I make something up? I can imagine what I would say. I could imagine how I would feel. I mean just think if that were your son or daughter. To have it end like that. Because we get all kinds of crazy ideas in our heads. About people and things. Sometimes you love them. Sometimes you hate them. Today they’re your enemy. Tomorrow they’re your friend. It’s not what in passing that matters, but that it passes. And some people you just get used to being around. You don’t think about seeing them go. So should I make something up? It always sounds better if we can explain it. Even if you know and I know I’m lying.

MYLAR:

Rope-a-dope, baby. Rope-a-dope… You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone because I tell you what—this whole love thing is exhausting.

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