(Scene: Donut Shop in Wiarton, Ontario, Canada.)
(HARRY enters. He is an older man. He wears an old Blue Jays baseball cap. He also wears an old, tarnished plaid shirt. His blue jeans, like his shirt, have seen years of sweat and toil. His shoes are also almost worn out as well. He sits down and lights a cigarette. Soft music can be heard in the background.)(pause)
(SARAH enters. She is in her mid-40's, average height, with long, flowing brown hair. She wears a yellow dress down to just above her ankles. Her face also shows years of hard work. She sits across the table from Harry, picks up a newspaper and begins to read it.)
Harry: Hey Sarah.
Sarah:(looks up from her paper) Hey.
Harry:So....(searches for the words)How're the kids?
Sarah: Fine, I suppose, if ya call gettin' in shit ev'ry chance they get fine. If that's the case, they're the greatest kids in tha whole fuckin' world.(returns to her paper)
Harry:Jimmy still playin' hockey?
Sarah:Yeah, as long as he stays outta the penalty box (gives a half-hearted smile to herself).
Harry:(chuckling)Yeah, he's a fighter that kid. (pause) How're things with.....
Sarah:Ray?
Harry: (looking down) Yeah.
Sarah:The divorce is coming along, if that's what ya mean.
Harry: That's good ta hear Sarah.
Sarah:I suppose so. (reads paper)Fuckin' Leafs!
Harry:What's that?
Sarah: Fuckin' Leafs! Can't play worth shit sometimes. Only team that bad is our own Junior C Wolves. At least Domi punched some guy out. At least gives the Leafs somethin' ta cheer about.
Harry:Well, at least the Leafs can beat the Wolves! Gotta give 'em some credit, don't cha?
Sarah:It'd be a fuckin' close game.
Harry: True (slight pause) Since when were you into the NHL?
Sarah: Ever since little Larry got into the Leafs. Little guy is covered in their clothing. I swear to God, he'd fuckin' eat leaves fer breakfast if he thought they'd make him play better. He's contagious though, an'now I'm into 'em.
Harry: You and about half this damn town. I'm a Canadiens fan m'self.
Sarah:What! I always figured you for a leafs man!
Harry: Don't get me wrong, I like the Leafs, but c'mon, 1967.......
Sarah:(smiling) That's a low blow.
Harry: Dave Keon....
Sarah: I know already. Last Leaf player to score a goal in the Stanley Cup. (smiles playfully) Now dropm it.
Harry: (smiling) Like I said, 1967....
Sarah: (still smiling) Kiss my ass Harry.
(Scene shifts to another table. We see a woman in her late 40's. She sits alone.)
Woman:(to herself)Why am I here where is everyone I don't like it Fuck hate this groceries need some baloney and cheese cheese peanut butter jam bananas like those bananas apples good food Hockey Night tonight don't wanna go home not gonna go home (keeps rambling on.)
(SAM enters.)
Sam:(to woman) Hey der Bonnie.
Bonnie: (quietly) hello.
Sam: You ok today Bonnie? Take your pills?
Bonnie: (quietly) No, not yet.
Sam: Ah geez Bonnie. You were on track. What happened?
Bonnie:They make me sick
Sam:Geez Bon, what're ya thinkin, huh? (slight pause) Sorry Bon, I know they make ya sick dear. Ya gotta take 'em though.
Bonnie: I know. But I can't. They make me sick.
Sam: Yer a hard case Bon. I'd love ta know what's goin' on inside dat head o'yers sometime.
Bonnie: That's not nice.
Sam: Sorry Bon. Things just get a little frustratin'somtimes.
Bonnie:Sorry.
Sam: Don't be. (slight pause) Ev'rything else ok?
Bonnie: Yes. (beat) Just fine.
Sam: Dat the truth?
Bonnie: Yes. No. Yes. No....no.
Sam:You sure Bon?
Bonnie: Yes
Sam: What's wrong Bon?
Bonnie: He came back, Sam.
Sam: Who? Bill? (slight pause) Billy came back? That little fuck! What'd he do this time?
Bonnie:Not as bad this time. He just yelled at me, told me I belong in the loonie bin, threw some things. (long pause) He's got my kids, Sam. He's got my kids.....
Sam: (puts his hand on hers)I know Bon...
Bonnie: (frantically) I worry about 'em ev'ryday Sam I want 'em home I wanna hold 'em I wanna feed 'em cuddle 'em clothe 'em I wanna hold 'em Sam I wanna hold 'em.....
Sam:(calmly) It's only temporary Bon...
Bonnie: It ain't temporary Sam! ( a bit calmer) I'm sick. They can't cure me, so they give me medicine to keep my sickness down, Sam. They give me medicine that makes me sick. I can't take it, Sam. I ain't gonna get well. Ever. So he's gonna have 'em forever, an' there ain't nuthin' I can do about it, Sam. They don't eve know their own god damn mother!
(slight pause)
I called 'em the other night. I know Billy doesn't finish work 'till 9:00 so I called 'em around 7:00. They don't even know my voice, Sam. They don't even know their own mother's voice.
Sam:(quietly, calmly) Calm down dear. (slight pause) Take yer medicine.