Peyton and Aletha are laying in bed talking. The moon is full and the moonlight is pouring into their dimly lit bedroom. Peyton is laying her head on Aletha's shoulder.
Peyton: I'm proud of our President. I feel like he was strong and confident during the State of Union Address. I know he assured a lot my fears.
Aletha: Yes, I must say that was an expertly crafted speech. But, did you see Michelle honey? She had on a beautiful Rachel Roy dress. And she was killin' it!
Peyton: She was, she was. So, I talked to my boss at the Zoo today. Guess what?
Aletha: I know they did not fire you! You were in a coma for God's sake! What kind of bull...
Peyton: Hold on 'Letha! Dang! I was going to say, that he offered me a full time position with benefits. He said that since I've been gone, my absence has been difficult and they realized that I am a valuable team member.
Aletha: Really? How valuable?
Peyton: 35k until I sit for my last exam and then you know it's Dr. Peyton!
Aletha: Is it going to be enough room in here for your head?
She laughs. Then as if they were magnets with opposite polarities they rushed toward each other and began to kiss. They gently caressed each others hair and faces. Peyton quickly pulls back.
Peyton: Let's call our friends and have the ceremony this weekend. Want to?
Alehta: Are you sure?
Peyton: 100%. Are you?
Aletha: ...
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Gabrielle is at her mother's house having dinner. She is sitting across from her at the large banquet sized dining table. They are eating in silence.
Gabrielle: Mother.
Marla ignores her daughter. She takes a gulp of her red wine and gently places the glass on the table. She wipes the corners of her mouth with an elaborately embroidered cloth napkin and returns it to her lap. She takes a deep breath and responds.
Marla: Yes Gabrielle.
Gabrielle: I have something to tell you and I, I don't know quite how to say it.
Marla: There is no "other" way to say anything. I've told you that your entire life. If you are an adult, you grit your teeth and you say what you need to say.
Gabrielle: I lost the money and now daddy won't give back to me and I don't know why and I'm sorry and...
Marla interrupts Gabrielle.
Marla: You lost WHAT money? The money that I entrusted you with to develop YOUR artist? Is THAT the money to which you are referring?
Gabrielle looks down.
Marla slams her hand on the table and stands up. The china rattles as pounds the table again. She slowly walks to where Gabrielle is sitting. Each step quakes the floor. She gets with in inches of Gabrielle's face.
Marla: Now, you listen to me! You are a pathetic excuse for a woman. You have no business sense, no prowess, no class, no dignity and no common sense! I left your father for a reason. He was a money grubbing, manipulative, hoodlum dressed in an expensive suit that the woman before me bought! I don't care if you have to strip, wait tables, sell your self or take in laundry but, god damn it you had better get my damned money! Now get the hell out of my face!
Gabrielle: Why are you talking to me like this? I know I made a mistake but, I am still your child and worthy of your respect. I can't believe you think that you can just treat people like crap and no one will ever stand up to you. Well...
Marla slaps Gabrielle and yells...
Marla: I don't care what you think I said get the hell out of my face and that's exactly what I mean. Now, unless you want to fight me, I suggest you take your behind home! GET OOOUUUTTT!
Gabrielle kicks over her chair and storms out of the house. Marla listens for her daughter to slam the door. She picks up her phone and dials.
Marla: Hello fool. Thank you for giving me the money. I appreciate you doing one thing for your daughter after all these years.
Patrick: Ah my dear Marla. If only she were my daughter! You know I wouldn't be in the mess I'm in now. So, when should I be receiving my transfer?
Marla: Hey, I'm an opportunist. You wanted to marry someone with money and I needed a presentable father for my child. It worked out. The money is already there. Goodbye.
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Peyton: I'm proud of our President. I feel like he was strong and confident during the State of Union Address. I know he assured a lot my fears.
Aletha: Yes, I must say that was an expertly crafted speech. But, did you see Michelle honey? She had on a beautiful Rachel Roy dress. And she was killin' it!
Peyton: She was, she was. So, I talked to my boss at the Zoo today. Guess what?
Aletha: I know they did not fire you! You were in a coma for God's sake! What kind of bull...
Peyton: Hold on 'Letha! Dang! I was going to say, that he offered me a full time position with benefits. He said that since I've been gone, my absence has been difficult and they realized that I am a valuable team member.
Aletha: Really? How valuable?
Peyton: 35k until I sit for my last exam and then you know it's Dr. Peyton!
Aletha: Is it going to be enough room in here for your head?
She laughs. Then as if they were magnets with opposite polarities they rushed toward each other and began to kiss. They gently caressed each others hair and faces. Peyton quickly pulls back.
Peyton: Let's call our friends and have the ceremony this weekend. Want to?
Alehta: Are you sure?
Peyton: 100%. Are you?
Aletha: ...
********************
Gabrielle is at her mother's house having dinner. She is sitting across from her at the large banquet sized dining table. They are eating in silence.
Gabrielle: Mother.
Marla ignores her daughter. She takes a gulp of her red wine and gently places the glass on the table. She wipes the corners of her mouth with an elaborately embroidered cloth napkin and returns it to her lap. She takes a deep breath and responds.
Marla: Yes Gabrielle.
Gabrielle: I have something to tell you and I, I don't know quite how to say it.
Marla: There is no "other" way to say anything. I've told you that your entire life. If you are an adult, you grit your teeth and you say what you need to say.
Gabrielle: I lost the money and now daddy won't give back to me and I don't know why and I'm sorry and...
Marla interrupts Gabrielle.
Marla: You lost WHAT money? The money that I entrusted you with to develop YOUR artist? Is THAT the money to which you are referring?
Gabrielle looks down.
Marla slams her hand on the table and stands up. The china rattles as pounds the table again. She slowly walks to where Gabrielle is sitting. Each step quakes the floor. She gets with in inches of Gabrielle's face.
Marla: Now, you listen to me! You are a pathetic excuse for a woman. You have no business sense, no prowess, no class, no dignity and no common sense! I left your father for a reason. He was a money grubbing, manipulative, hoodlum dressed in an expensive suit that the woman before me bought! I don't care if you have to strip, wait tables, sell your self or take in laundry but, god damn it you had better get my damned money! Now get the hell out of my face!
Gabrielle: Why are you talking to me like this? I know I made a mistake but, I am still your child and worthy of your respect. I can't believe you think that you can just treat people like crap and no one will ever stand up to you. Well...
Marla slaps Gabrielle and yells...
Marla: I don't care what you think I said get the hell out of my face and that's exactly what I mean. Now, unless you want to fight me, I suggest you take your behind home! GET OOOUUUTTT!
Gabrielle kicks over her chair and storms out of the house. Marla listens for her daughter to slam the door. She picks up her phone and dials.
Marla: Hello fool. Thank you for giving me the money. I appreciate you doing one thing for your daughter after all these years.
Patrick: Ah my dear Marla. If only she were my daughter! You know I wouldn't be in the mess I'm in now. So, when should I be receiving my transfer?
Marla: Hey, I'm an opportunist. You wanted to marry someone with money and I needed a presentable father for my child. It worked out. The money is already there. Goodbye.
Copyright © 2011 Cravencrest. All Rights Reserved. Do not duplicate or redistribute in any form.
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