a play by erol hasan

Jean and Sandra

  

(The scene is Maisie’s Cafeteria. Jean is surprised to be joined by Sandra.)


Jean: Hallo


Sandra: (mischievously): Hallo


Jean: Who are you?


Sandra: I am her.


Jean: I beg your pard…


Sandra: You know…


Jean: No, I don’t; who are…


Sandra: My name is Sandra. Now, do you know…


Jean: No…does this involve Kevin?


Sandra: Yes…it does…do you understand now? Me and Kevin, Kevin and I, we’ve been seeing one another, we’ve been…


Jean: Alright, shut up! Shut up!


Sandra: Oh dear….I must say, you’re a pretty little…


Jean: Don’t patronise me!


Sandra; I was just saying…you’ve got mousy brown hair…like me.


Jean: So?


Sandra: Just a point of interest.


Jean: What does it matter?


Sandra: And you’ve got brown eyes…like me.


Jean: Like lots of women…


Sandra: You’re about the same height as me…


Jean: So what?


Sandra: He sees you in me…how does that feel?


Jean: Don’t mess with my…


Sandra: Bear with me…I’m being nice to you… I’m your friend…


Jean: You…(she lunges towards Sandra, who covers her face)


Sandra: I was going to say that he told me that he loves you, so…


Jean: Then why…why did he….why did you…why are you here, saying this to me?


Sandra: Just thought you might like to know…


Jean: Oh…


Sandra: There’s something else…he’s coming back to you…


Jean: What…so why did you have to…


Sandra: You would have found out anyway. Sally, your cleaning lady, overheard us talking…


Jean: So the whole town knows. How could you?


Sandra: I’m sorry…


Jean: So, he’s returning to me because you’ve been found out?


Sandra: That might be a contributory factor…


Jean: Don’t be flippant. 


Sandra: Kevin said you use a cool demeanour to try to exercise power over him, so that’s another  similarity between us. 


Jean: You’re really giving me the creeps now; I hope you’re proud (she departs the scene. )


(Jean is now in Jean and Kevin’s home. Jean stands facing a large mirror in the lounge.)


Jean: (to herself): Her hair? Really? Her eyes? They’re the same colour as hers, but so what? There are millions, billions, of women with brown eyes. She thinks she’s a mirror image of me. Maybe that’s why 

Kevin…what he…she’s me, without the responsibility, without the commitment…(Kevin enters the house).


Kevin: Darling, are you in? 


Jean: It’s Sandra. I thought I’d pay you a surprise… (She bursts into tears)


Jean: You coward. So you look for me in another woman…


Kevin: I can….


Jean: Can’t handle a woman, full-time, full commitment, for the long haul…


Kevin: You’re letting your imagination…


Jean: My colour eyes, my hair…


Kevin: I can explain…


Jean: Is that what you want? Me, in small doses; me, but only if you can run away?


Kevin: Perhaps I do want you in small doses.  Maybe, I’m smarter than you think. 


Jean: Who broke it off?


Kevin: She did.


Jean: She’s got some intelligence. She is like me (wistfully)…


Kevin: Yes; that is a compliment to you…I love you, but, for a while, it was easier to handle the image of you. 

You are too… superior…


Jean: Well, I am coming to your level. The window cleaner has your morality, your sense of humour…and he told me he fancies me (she gets up)


Kevin: Where are you going?


Jean: You should take it as a compliment! 

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